Defining Help

This morning I was helping my almost 4 year old grandson carry some Lego's upstairs for him to play with.  I handed him one case with a nice carrying handle while I grabbed another while balancing an uncovered one full of tiny miscellaneous pieces on top. In my left hand I grabbed a much larger box ready to go.  I took two steps and the uncovered container slipped, spilling hundreds a the smallest Lego pieces they make; tiny little neon lights, hands, heads, feathers, flower tops and heaven only knows the use of most of these practically invisible items.
Alec exclaimed, "OH NO!" and with the most sincere look on his face squatted down to look at the eight foot perimeter they had scattered:(   Most of them were practically hidden in the texture of the multi-colored carpet as I struggled with even grasping most of them.
My immediate thought was, "Thank goodness he is such a good boy and is going to help me pick these little pieces up." 
He then jumped up and said, "Grandma, I will help you."   He then reached out and grabbed the one handled container I still had in my hand and promptly and dutifully headed upstairs while I sat among the rubble...

While I really couldn't complain as he WAS helping me- I did think to myself, "Boy, I misread that one!"
Goes to show that while great minds think alike, they somehow are still a bit different:)