I just made Grant his breakfast of choice: wheat toast with grape jelly and a glass of milk. (And a napkin! You forgot my napkin, Mom!)
As I placed these things in front of him, he smiled at me and said, “Thanks, Mom! I’m happy of ya and proud of ya!”
Loosely translated, I think that means he is proud of me for making breakfast and he is happy to have it. Good to know we compliment and encourage one another enough that he is learning to do it too.
Now if I could just do something about him climbing over the arm of the couch.