In fact, whenever something is broken, from a toy to a plant, Peanut simply picks it up and declares, "Papa fix it" and walks away.
Nothing to worry about mom, Papa will take care of this.
Peanut has his own tool kit but always seems to manage finding the smallest sharpest screwdriver Papa brings over. It's a gift really, the gift of sorting through 100 tools that he's allowed to touch and finding the one he's not supposed to.
He is always helping....
as you can see.
He helps Papa mark the wall where the screws should go,
he helps hammer,
he helps you up the ladder...
I'm sure it's all very helpful.
I mean, you get things done twice as fast with a helper, right?
Papa is used to this kind of thing.
He once painted horizontal stripes across my entire bedroom
using just one hand all while holding me with the other.
And that was just a few years ago.