my little helper

The other day when I was taking our laundry out of the dryer and folding it, Reagan came over wanting to help. She would take an article of clothing out of the dryer and run off with it. I thought she was just making her own pile of laundry, but wasn't sure where. So I peeked around the corner to see her throwing the laundry over the gate into the basement. Her idea of helping was apparently to just hide the clothes so they didn't need to be folded. Like father, like daughter...