Momma's big helper...sort of...

Yesterday morning while Tobias was eating breakfast Truett fell asleep. I thought "Tobias can sit here by himself long enough for me to put the baby down." Right? Wrong! When I left he was sitting in his booster seat enjoying a bowl of Fruity Cheerios. When I came back less than 3 minutes later he had apparently spilled the bowl of cereal, stomped them with his puddle splashing boots, and then decided to sweep it up for me. Pictures cannont even do justice to what a colorful mess it was. However, how could I get mad a such a big helper?