Packing with a toddler is great fun. It's pretty much like packing twice. Maybe even three times. Sam is eager to help out wherever he can by chucking whatever he happens to have into the box currently being filled. "Here's this peanut butter jar, Dad. That should go well with the plates." But if you happen to be packing something that captures his attention and looks amusing, well, you'd better just accept that it's not going in a closed box anytime soon. Take for example, the smelly spices Sam found in a half-packed box. Well, at least we don't have to repack those.
Malcom has helped us pack a bit too. His dog food ran out last night and so he got a bowl of milkbones for dinner last night. Next thing we know, he's deposited them in nooks and crannies all over the house, no doubt including some of the partially filled boxes. He and Sam seem to have a common instinctive need to hoard the good snacks for a rainy day. Sam has taken to depositing one or two Ritz crackers in each box between layers of clothes or piles of papers. Thanks to the two of them, I'm pretty sure unpacking in Akron will be just like Christmas--full of surprises.