My son

Today Zachary was helping me fold the laundry. Well, not so much helping since half the things I folded had to be folded twice, but in his mind he was helping. The best part though was when he actually was trying to help and he handed me a shirt. While doing so he said, "Your son is handing you another shirt to fold." I thought it was too cute to hear him refer to himself as my son. It's a good reminder of how cute he can be.