When I picked L.J. up from school today he was hot and sweaty from playing on the playground. He was asking for more water when we got back to the car and fortunately I had some with me. He didn’t want to give it up, so I dumped a lot of it out, crossed my fingers and gave the bottle back to him. At a stoplight I looked back and saw this:
He put the bottle there, not me. I watched him for a minute (long light). He carefully picked the bottle up, had a drink and wedged it back so it wouldn’t spill. I could hear him drinking from it off and on the whole way home. He didn’t spill a drop!
I was so proud of him…and it was definitely one of those bittersweet “he’s not a baby anymore” moments.
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