That little thing is always in your house, eating your food, pulling your covers off you at 6:30am. Get some use out of him!
At 2.5 years, it’s too early for the lawnmower, or to send him on the roof to clean out the gutters.
But damnned if he’s not a champion garlic peeler.
When I’m making up a mess of garlic, I’ll smash each clove a bit to loosen up the skin, and then put a bowlful in front of him. He’ll sit there and meticulously peel each one, begging for more when they’re gone.
Perhaps having a kid is an expensive way to get peeled garlic, but at least it’s something.