kyle cassidy (kylecassidy) wrote,
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When my nephew, who's 12 now, was about four, he used to run around the kitchen moving stuff around while my sister was cooking. He'd put silverware in the trash, or in the oven, or take things out of the fridge, or put food in the dishwasher, or books in the sink, and the whole time he'd repeat this mantra "Helping helping helping". Which I find myself often repeating while I'm getting in the way of something Trillian's trying to do.

Last night Trillian was sketching and Roswell lent a hand by popping every single pastel out of the container and knocking them around the living room. Helping helping helping.



And over the weekend schnookiemuffin (that may be spelled right) traveled out from texas and stayed with us while attending some Bullet Wound Trauma Field Surgery class in Lancaster. I told her we didn't live anywhere near Lancaster and it would be a two hour drive there and back every day. She said she didn't care, she wanted to meet Roswell.

And so she did.



Helping helping helping.
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