I always call Carolena "my good helper" around the kitchen. She loves to hop up on the "stand for something" crate and whip up a treat. This morning in the car she leaned over to Nils and said, "Nils, you're my good helper. Did you know that my bud? You're my good helper. I'm Mommy's good helper. And you're my good helper."
It's true. I have a living room covered in toys to prove it.
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