My night just got exponentially better.
My three year old son disappeared for a second (he'd been watching the boob tube, unwinding). I didn't worry, there's not much he can get into without me hearing or seeing. I hear little feeties upstairs.
"HEY! THERE YOU ARE!!!.... "
"Ronin, don't yell"
"Maaawwwwmmmm!!!! I found my monkey covers!" (his monkey duvet cover for his bed)
I go upstairs, thinking I need to talk to him about yelling.
"Mom, will you peese put dis on my bed? You always make my bed wealwy nice!"
It was so sweet, I had to oblige him. So I haul out some fresh sheets and pillow cases too (I'm a bedding nut). I start to make his bed.
"I'm gonna help!" He starts stuffing a pillow into a sham in his little three year old way.
"Mom, maybe I need some help" (normally, there would have been a tantrum born of frustration at that point). Surprised, I help him.
He has too many pillows on his bed, that he has bogarted from the stash in the linen closet and the downstairs closet where I keep some extras. Two pillows lack cases.
"Hey buddy, would you like mommy's green pillow cases too? They would match nice"
"Yes mommy! That would be really nice of you to share!"
Wow.
We finish up his bed. He jumps on it, then promptly jumps off, and hands me one of his toys. "Mommy, can you fix this? You're wealwy good at fixing stuff". I put the parts back together (too easy, they snap on and off).
"Thanks mom. I love you. Now can I have a movie?"
Okay.
I guess you have to understand my son. He's a three year old turkey head. A handful if you will.
I fear we have an "invasion of the body snatchers" thing going on here. Either that, or drilling politeness into his head is FINALLY paying off!
Either way, made my night.
Cheesy, yes. But after the week I've had, this was really, really nice. What a great kid.