Smudge asked for a piece of toast the other morning, but it wouldn't do for Amma to make it for her. She had to "do it herself". So we hunted up the helping stool, and Smudge got the bread herself, put it in the toaster, pushed it down, watched it cook, lifted it out, buttered it, helped Amma cut it then sat at the table munching away feeling very proud of herself.
While we were busy at the kitchen counter Jboy was happily playing in the bedroom. I was just about to go check to see what he was doing when he came out to see us - modeling his latest fashion statement.
Goodness he makes me smile.