I cannot take my messy car anymore.
It stresses me out, having diaper bags and sports bags and gym bags and swimming bags and juice bags and snacks and french fries and toys and books and extra clothes, just in case, EVERYWHERE.
So I told TJ to help me clean it out when we were coming home from swimming lessons.
He put all the toys and the books in the toy and book holder, gave me the trash, held onto his coat, and when I said OK, let's go inside, his response was "I am cleaning out the car, I need to focus, remember?"