About 5 minutes into our drive this morning, Alex dropped his waffle between the seat and door. He started whining about it. When I told him it was a bummer but not something I was about to listen to whining about, he just quietly pouted. Since he listened and stopped whining, but was obviously sad about his waffle-less state, I pulled over when I could and walked around to his door.
When I opened the door, he looked at me terrified and asked what I was doing. The terror, I'm sure, was due to the fact that the only other time I have pulled over and came to his door was to freak out on him for throwing a tantrum. So, I reached down, grabbed the waffle, looked at him smiling and told him I wanted to get his waffle for him. He gave me a ginormous smile and a "Fanks Mom!"
And then, when I got back in my seat, he paused before taking a bite and said, "That was really cool Mom...fanks." Can't think of a better way to start my day.
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