He's so helpful

Coming home after an outing can be such a chore. We live on the first floor so I have to carry the stroller, nappy bag, whatever else it is I went out for, and T when we go out up the stairs. I suppose he is aware that when we depart and arrive back home, I have my hands full so he tries his hardest to help out (not necessarily a great idea sometimes because then he's in the way). Here he is helping to tidy up the stroller before I fold it up.