A two year old's job is to shadow his mom, which can be a real pain sometimes. To constantly have someone under foot, turning direction proves to be dangerous as you trip over the playing lump behind you and every chore becomes a drawn out affair.
But sometimes the joy in his little face when you give in and set him up to help is worth the dinner taking an extra hour to get into the oven.... worth the streaks on the mirror and the egg shells in the mix. I love my helpers!
Today's helper decided we should have monsters for lunch... so we did.