Big Boy

For the last few weeks, Eliot has been diligently working at his first "chore".  Yes, in theory, he cleans his own room, brushes his teeth, etc, but this is his first contribution to the family unit.  It started as me trying to keep him busy and teach him sorting, but now, it's his job, and he gets mad if I do it for him.  Every morning, Eliot unloads the silverware (I remove the sharp knives first, although this morning he protested that, saying that he knew to carry them point-down) and sorts them into the silverware drawer.  We have not quite mastered the salad forks vs the dinner forks, but let's face it, not even Frederic does it right.  Good thing I'm not a perfectionist...