Little hands

I am sitting on the couch with my laptop while William is playing with his toys on the floor.  Watching him play is almost more fun than getting on the floor with him to play.  I always wonder what is going on in his mind. I can see him figure things out and I can see him get frustrated.  It's adorable. 

Although it doesn't seem related, I vacuumed yesterday.

So now you have a mini picture.  I'm on the couch.  He's on floor.  Floor should be relatively clean.

He walks over to me and holds out his hand as if to give me something.  I hold out mine.  He hands me a piece of a leaf about the size of lady bug.  He seems so proud.  He makes eye contact as if to say "Aren't you so proud, Mom?  I helped clean up since you are just sitting on the couch doing nothing and I'm left to play in this mess." 

I'm just wondering how the heck he finds this stuff!