As I was finishing my lunch in the dining room, I suddenly realized there was silence coming from the basement when just a few moments earlier there had been rambunctious banging of “music” wafting up the stairs. Wondering which object I would find flushed down the toilet this time (and when exactly I would learn not to leave him alone in the basement), I rushed down the stairs saying, “Griffin! What are you up to?” Imagine my surprise when I came upon Griffin unloading the dry clothes from the dryer and loading the wet ones from the washing machine.

“Wow, buddy! What a helper you are!” I said as I marveled at how big and responsible he was getting.

“Yeah, Mama! Hey, remember that time I pooped on the rug and in my underwear?”

Ah, yes. You are still three.