The 3 boys are all really, really, really into helping me lately. With anything. With everything. As you might imagine, this help is sometimes really great-- like when Harry or Jack feeds Dorothy so I can clean up a meal or prep a meal or pack the damn lunches that always, always need packing. (SERIOUSLY. LUNCHES. I have been trying to sell the kids on their hot lunch options everyday, but darned if they don't always want a home lunch. And on the rare days the menu tempts their preshus little palates, Ben reminds me of how much we spend in organic groceries, and I cannot in good conscience let them get a school lunch. So. LUNCHES. Sisyphean lunches).
Other times, though, as you can also imagine, help makes work. Like Cooper needing to cook his own breakfast: