For the cheap labor of course!

Eli decides he want to help everytime I finish an order and get it ready to mail off. It never, fails-he grabs the envelope and hauls it to the front door on his truck (this time it’s Mater-usually it’s the firetruck b/c the package will actually fit in the storage compartment under the seat). He’ll make trip after trip to the front door till there’s a pile ready for me to go.

Now if only I could get him to put them in the basket under the stroller, we’d be set!

I think he works for cookies. When the pile is done he runs over to me and says cook-ieeeeeeee. I’ll keep him on for those wages!