keeping me on my toes

I left the container of granola within Isaac's reach at breakfast this morning (bad idea), and when I wasn't looking he picked it up and threw it on the ground along with his sippy cup. Luckily the top of the cup was screwed on tight. Not so for the granola. So here he is, sheepishly "cleaning up" the granola with Lucca's help.

Then he decided he wanted to use the broom like me. So he's sweeping through the house, calling for Samuel over and over ("Samuel! Help! Samuel! Help!) while I remind him repeatedly that Samuel's at school. I just asked him if he enjoyed making messes. He paused, looked at me, and said, "happy." I think that says it well.