One of Finley's not-quite-as-charming traits is his burning love of putting stuff in piles. Oh the hoarding. It's so very frustrating--he does it so quietly and so quickly. He'll collect a hundred things from around the house and put them all in a pile, or wrap them up in a blanket or roll them up in a rug. And then when I sweetly demand that he puts all his treasures back, he normally just moves his stash somewhere else. Infuriating? Adorable? You be the judge.
I think it started with his undying love of UP. One of Finley's favorite parts is when the house is flying through the storm and Mr. Frederickson makes a pile of all his stuff and ties it down. So obviously, we frequently reenact that scene. And also the part where everything falls off the walls--he loves to knock things down to do that scene. Obviously.
And making a pile from UP has morphed into loading his "delivery packages" on an airplane, or making a pile of stuff to hide under. Oh three year olds. The games you play. I'm just grateful I can get him to help clean up part of the time!