The Helpful Mover

Matt recently moved office, trading up for more space. In a very midwestern, protestant-work-ethical way, Matt led our team of 3 (Luke, Matt, and I), systematically and efficiently, to make the move during a sunny May weekend.
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(In our family, there's a special term for this special way of "move-in-a-flash": the Rapture. It was first coined during our move from our temporary housing to our rented apartment when we first arrived in Singapore. I was still nursing Luke so I slept in on the day we're supposed to move. When I woke up, everything was "taken up" - only Luke and I remained in the empty room. Feeling a bit delirious about the situation, I, for a moment, thought it was the Rapture. Turned out that Matt and my in-laws moved EVERYTHING to the new apartment while I was snoozing. It was nice that they left Luke with me or else I would have freaked. From then on I have accustomed myself to "the Rapture." Anyway, moving on...)
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Luke proved himself helpful (entertainment-wise) during the move. For example, he helped establishing good rapport in our new environ by chatting with the guards. He also insisted on helping to open and lock doors (by ernestly urging,"Luke do it!" and then jamming the keys at the door handle). He deviced creative usage of junk (making a "house" out of the printer box). And most impressively, he helped transporting Daddy from one building to another on a trolley. What do we do without all his help? :)