So, as some Saturdays go, this one started out with things falling apart. Our small trash "drawer" has been getting more and more difficult to open. After some physical cajoling and wiggling, I managed to get the rusty old drawer out of its hole. Liam wanted to help all along the way/ When I was unscrewing, he was "unscrewing" (and banging and poking). When I was cleaning, he was insisting on "helping" too. And, when I got out the broom to sweep out the hole, his glee could not be contained. "I want to weep out the hole, too!!!!!!"