Mr. Not-So-Independent

Daniel noticed there were ashes in our fireplace the other day. He's a pretty talkative kid and typically narrates what he's doing, even though nobody is listening. (Well, okay, I'm typically listening, but anyway...) He found the ashes and said something like, "Oh, there's dust in the fireplace. Oh, wow. What a mess! I'm gonna clean it up. Yeah, I'm gonna go get the shovel and clean up that mess. I'm gonna go get the shovel. You guys stay here (pointing to David and me, as if we were about to get up off the couch)." He gets all the way to the garage door, realizes his lack of skills, and says, "Will you go get me a shovel?"