Apparently, almost-five is the age at which I can start getting some use out of these freeloading children of mine.
Specifically . . .
Any kid that will fill the wood carrier inside for me is a keeper.
When Cubby first announced that he would take care of bringing the wood in, A. was all, "Yeah, sure, you go ahead and do that," all the while expecting to go outside and get the wood when Cubby inevitably came inside complaining of how heavy the wood is and how high the side of the outside woodbox is, and how he couldn't do it.
Instead, Cubby went out, scaled the side of the woodbox, tossed out a piece of wood, picked it up, opened the door, carried it inside, and dropped it into the wood carrier next to the stove. Then he did it again and again, until there was enough wood inside.
Well then. I guess we underestimated the boy.
Maybe I can teach him to do all the vacuuming next . . .