Quality control

Jake announced this morning that he was going to “help” me get our tax stuff organized. Twenty minutes later, I found him sitting in the middle of our living room looking like he’d been hit by a paper tornado.

Quality control

Apparently his system involves spreading everything out on the floor first “to see what we’re working with.” When I asked about the logic behind this approach, he held up a receipt from a gas station and said, “This could be important. It’s from October.” It was for a candy bar.

To his credit, he did eventually start making actual piles.

Progress… sort of.

The categories seem to be “definitely tax stuff,” “probably not tax stuff,” and “why did we keep this.” The third pile is by far the largest.

I love that he wants to help. I really do. But next year I’m hiding the tax folder until April 14th.