Yesterday morning, I found myself in the kitchen with Finn (doing his typical let's-grab-grownup-knees thing) while Margot was in the living room seeking some Kleenex. "Finny," I said, handing him a box of tissues, "Bring to mama? Give to mom?" And off he toddled, bringing her the box.
I was delighted (having freed my knees & gotten out of the task myself), and I said to Margot, "This marks my first use of Finn as an economic implement!" Way to go, kiddo, contributing to family welfare. (Just let's make sure Kathy Lee Gifford doesn't read this post & start recruiting him as a future sweatshop employee!)