Just like a man . . .

Okay, you know Little Lion . . . his tender heart, loving spirit, cheerful child-like innocence . . .
Sometimes, I swell with pride as I imagine what kind of husband he will be . . . then my ego is burst!

School mornings are a little more rushed than most, but we have a system that seems to work for us. Little Lion is given five "chores" to accomplish while I fix breakfast. Simple: make your bed, get dressed, put your jammies in the dirty clothes, brush your teeth . . . okay that's only four . . . but he counts taking off his jammies as one also . . . don't know where he gets that from.

Anyway, I'm fixing breakfast this morning and Little Lion meets me in the the doorway as asks: "Mommy, are you coming home after you drop me off?" (A logical question, sometimes Little Pumpkin and I do some errands or have MOPS.)

Me: "No, not today."

LL: "Well, you should, because my laundry basket is full." (leaves room)

Me shocked and a bit humbled and tickled as I realize some characteristics are just natural guess! *wink*