Helping with Laundry

I heard a funny story a couple of times about a little boy trying to "help" his Mom with the laundry and she ended up with a broken finger, lol.

Dylan also tries to "help" his Mom with the laundry which now makes the story even funnier. Although I am fully aware of what I am getting myself into, I still attempt to fold laundry while Dylan plays. He, of course, is instantly distracted from anything and everything he was previous doing, to run to the basket and throw out just enough clothes so that he can climb in  and on top of the remaining clothes. Most of the time he just wants to sit in there for some reason. Other times, he climbs in and "hands" me pieces of clothing to fold. He works at a very fast pace, haha. My only secret of sanity among this laundry adventure is that I pile the folded clothing on the back of the couch of the the little man's reach. So eventually he has very little to "help" with, haha. Of course it would always be easiest to just wait and do it when he's napping or in bed, but oh well, haha.