laundry

It's almost 10pm.  Chris and I are watching Burn Notice and I've just switched Christian's laundry over from the washer to the dryer.  
I wonder if all four-year-olds harass their mothers about laundry.  When Christian's laundry basket is full- and by that I don't mean spilling over or not having enough clothes to wear.  I mean if the clothes are nearing the brim of the basket, he wants me to know that the basket is full.  
He doesn't want me to just acknowledge it.  
He wants me to handle it.  
When he was getting ready for bed tonight he comes to me and asks if he can please bring the basket to the laundry room.  What can I say?  The kid likes clean laundry.  
What a goon.