"The helper bone's connected to the funny bone..."

Dear Alaina,

Last night I asked you to pick up the shoes that everyone had left laying around the house. You cheerfully said "Okay!" and got to work. After carrying about four pairs of shoes to the rooms they belonged in you came to me and said, "Mama, I can't pick up anymore shoes because I'm all out of bones!" As if that wasn't cute enough, I did manage to convince you to finish the job and when I walked into my bedroom later I found four pairs of my shoes all lined up in a neat row in the middle of my floor. What a sweet and cheerful helper you are!