Last night, I read Mpants the infamous “Cat-in-the-Hat” by Dr. Seuss for his bedtime story. We got through the mischevious cat and everything that he can do. We got through Thing One and Thing Two. I told him those two little things reminded me of him and his brother. Running through the house. Total destruction in their wake, like two self-contained tornados.
We get to the page where the Cat-in-the-Hat comes back to pick up the mess.
I mention: “Wow, wouldn’t it be great if I had a picker-upper like that? All those hands. It would be so easy to pick things up.”
Mpants looks at me and says earnestly: “Mummy. You buy the parts. I will build that picker-upper for you.”