Walked into sister's backyard the other day to discover 3-year old nephew struggling to sweep up a giant spill of potting soil using a broom twice his height.
The first words out of his mouth: "Boy, I sure did make a mess."
Resignedly cleaning up messes of one's own devising using tools that feel ill-fitting, inadequate, and too large.
I've been there, kiddo.
Like Uncle, Like Nephew, I guess.