Well then.
I’m sure this will become less and less endearing as time goes on, but for now, it’s hilarious that when I ask D to take something to his room, he does so immediately and willingly, but when I walk by his room later, I find that he’s put the object in question on the *very* threshold of his room, *right* next to the door. Attempts to ask him to put things on his bed instead have so far been unsuccessful.
