Yesterday Caleb announced, "I am going to put Michaela to bed. You will let me do that, right, Mom?"
Me, "Ummm...sure."
Caleb, "I don't need your help. I will do everything. You just relax." Okay...And for the most part he did it. He got stuck on getting her diaper on and after several vain attempts, he sheepishly said, "Will you help me? Just show me one part, and I will do the rest." He brushed her teeth, helped her say her prayers, read her a story, sang her a song and threw her books into her closet when she wouldn't put them away. [I had to sneak a peek in the room when I heard him scolding her, "No, no, Michaela, you are not taking all those books to bed!"]
Here's a picture of the evidence:
Me, "Ummm...sure."
Caleb, "I don't need your help. I will do everything. You just relax." Okay...And for the most part he did it. He got stuck on getting her diaper on and after several vain attempts, he sheepishly said, "Will you help me? Just show me one part, and I will do the rest." He brushed her teeth, helped her say her prayers, read her a story, sang her a song and threw her books into her closet when she wouldn't put them away. [I had to sneak a peek in the room when I heard him scolding her, "No, no, Michaela, you are not taking all those books to bed!"]
Here's a picture of the evidence:
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