Landon the Little Helper

Last night, I was making breadsticks to go with dinner when Landon walked up to me with a hot pad on his hand. He said, "Need wear no hurt hand." I guess he knew what it was for. He then came up to me, still with the hot pad on, and said, "Hafta make dinner." (Hafta seems to be his new favorite word. Hafta go that way, hafta go outside, hafta get a drink, ...) When he started opening the oven, I got a little nervous though, so I instead got him out a casserole dish. He carried it around for a minute, but then he wanted me to make dinner in it. I took out some orea cookies and lined them up in the pan. That once again satisfied him, and he walked around with his hot pad carrying the casserole dish full of cookies for awhile. This still wasn't enough, I guess, because soon he was back, and I saw him grab a can of beans off the counter. I thought he would just put the can in his casserole dish, but I heard rummaging behind me, turned around, and saw him reaching his hand up into the kichen drawer, pulling out items until he found the can opener! It was pretty funny. I guess he just really wanted to help mom out with dinner. Here's a picture of him holding "dinner."