Papa's stuff

So my dad is packing up his house to get it painted. Sounds simple, huh? Um, NO! Heidi and I spent hours there today going through stuff and packing. Dad told us to take home whatever we wanted. So eight and a half hours later and five boxes later we were driving home. Dallen looked in the back at the five boxes and sweetly said "Mom, why are we taking all of Papa's stuff?"