Today I climbed the ladder to the bunk bed while naked, pooped, climbed back down, stepped in the poop, and then walked on the carpet to the living room to ask Mom to wash my feet. I think it made her really happy because the whole time she was scrubbing my poop off of the floor I could hear her saying, "I love my kids. I love my life," over and over.
Also, a couple of weeks ago I made my mom a ten-egg omelette on the living room carpet. I cracked open the eggs and then mixed them around with my hands.
I'm a really good helper.