On Thursday he helped me do a few chores. Actually, he protested heartily when he couldn't help, so this became his task. If he hadn't inspected (by mouth and with great detail) the Swiffer's resulting hairball, I might have let him keep it up.
Note Pancho by the door. His tractor beam eyes are persuading you to open the door and let him out. For the love of all that's holy, let him out of this living room with the rabid toddler!
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