my little helper

I have a table in our upstairs loft that I wanted to get rid of but it was too big for me to get down the stairs.  The movers must have assembled it up there, since it is too wide to get down in one piece.  Charlie heard me complain about it this morning, then give up and go outside to work in the garden.  When I came back in from outside, I found that Charlie had taken the initiative to go out to the garage, find his daddy's socket set, and he was upstairs removing the legs from the table for me.  He has such a sweet heart, is such a good helper, and I know Ryan would be so proud of him this morning.