So I am always trying to encourage Isaac to be a 'big helper'...to the point that if I start to do laundry, clean the furniture or even cook dinner - he gets upset if I have not enlisted his help. Awhile ago, I was wiping down the glass on our coffee table - as it was so completely covered in drool and fingerprints you wouldn't be able to recognize that it was in fact glass - and he shouted to me 'wait'. After his plea for me to stop, he ran into the kitchen, grabbed a rag and hurried back to help me wipe down the table. Inwardly, I began to have a very proud 'that's my boy' mama moment. My how I have laid such ground work - one day his wife will thank me - the list continued...(okay, so I need some time with the Lord over my pride - let's move on). I went to the kitchen to put something away and returned to find Isaac wiping Lacie down. First her back and then a good ol' rub down to the top of her head. 'What are you doing?' I ask. 'Oh, mama - you know she was dirty. I'm just helping get her clean.' Ah, yes...that's my boy! My little helper. So the next time you see Lacie and she has that 'streak free shine' well, you have big brother to thank. :)

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