"OK Mom." Down into the depths he ventured, clearing piles of laundry in a single bound. Reaching the deep freezer in no time flat. Shortly I heard the slam of the freezer door closing and of feet climbing the basement steps.
"I set the chicken on the counter for you!" he yelled from the kitchen.
Ahhhh. So nice to have a helper who can reach into the freezer. Soon he can fix dinner for all of us, I dreamed.
Finishing the task at hand, I waltzed into the kitchen with thoughts of defrosting the chicken and setting it to roast.
A quick glance at the counter showed ... showed that perhaps my instructions were a bit confusing.
He was successful in his second attempt.