When I was about 4 years old my uncle and aunt were building a house right next to ours and I decided to go down to help out. As I've been told I came down with boots high over my knees and my shorts tucked up well under my arms saying: "Hi uncle Ottar, I've come to help you out!"
Looking around I decided that moving the wheelbarrow filled with wet cement was the best way to help.
FYI a wheelbarrow filled with cement is heavy.. very heavy, and it doesn't make it any easier to be 4 years old with boots high over my knees and my shorts tucked up well under my arms. So...
Naturally, like any rational person, I turned to my uncle going: "How COULD you let me try to do this!"
My uncle, baffled by the question, didn't know what to answer..