My daughter and wife are the same. I ask, "Wanna pick that..."
"Of course," says my wife. "I've told you before. I want to pick up ALL the things."
And my daughter says, "But why Daddy? Why would you leave and not pick up the shiny things? Why would you not search the practically glowing boxie? Don't you like the boxie? Papa! Papa! Why do you hate me, Papa?"