We were headed to the garage to put the freshly cleaned carseats (4 of them) into the new van. As I walked out the back door, Trent was holding 3 of the carseats and leaning against the fence. He said, "Here, why don't you get the door . . ."
He had nearly touched the tree frog and was just waiting to see if I would notice.
Thank goodness we could get in through the big garage door with the keypad, because we were just gonna let this guy take his own time!