Rug Mover...

I was doing a little ironing the other day (I know, that's historic) when Half-pint wanted me to go downstairs. As I reached the front door, I realized that the rug in front of the door was missing. That's what Half-pint wanted to show me...he had rolled up the rug (sort of) and has stashed it under Daddy's desk, neatly against the wall. What a little Turkey! I don't know why he does most of the things that I catch him doing...but at least he quickly and eagerly complied when I asked him to put the rug back and proudly exclaimed when he was finished "that's perfect!" (He didn't straighten it out, which surprised me, but he was quite pleased with himself.)