I Help

Matthew's new thing is he likes to help out. He wants to help feed the dogs (which inevitably means dog food on the floor). He wants to water the plants outside (which means changing is pants when get back inside). He even tried to help me mow the lawn until I had to yell at him to step back because it was dangerous.
Yesterday I was working on the wife's car doing basic tune-up work. Matthew wanted to 'help fix Mommy's car too'. At first he just crawled around inside the car (with the parking brake on). He would push buttons, pull levers and remove all the contents of the glove box. Help is such a subjective term to a toddler. I was busy under the hood with the occasional check on him. Finally I crawled under the car to loosen the nut on the oil drain pan and at that exact instance, he found the horn. BWAAAAA! I nearly flew out from under the car and yelled, "Stop it! That's now funny!". I crawled under the car again, and again BWAAAAA! BWAAAAA!. I jumped up and now deaf, pulled him from the car and locked him behind the gate in the backyard. Through the dim hearing that remained I could hear him wailing 'I help Mommy car too.' I felt bad for him but even worse for my father, because I remember the exact same incident 33 years ago.