Jack spilled an entire box of spaghetti noodles on the floor one day. Don't ask me how or why he got them, because I don't have a satisfactory answer to either question.
He then proceeded to place them back in the box one at a time. For 20 minutes. All by himself. I thought it was hilarious, and it was great for him to have some down time without me. When I pulled out the camera Sara came to help, but for a while it was just him and he was perfectly content.
It made me wonder why I had never thought of this before.
That was until I stepped on a broken noodle in the carpet with bare feet. Ouchie.