Why I Love My Child

I'm sitting here just randomly looking crap up on the internet, totally feeling like a sack of shit (yay stupid cold), when in wanders my four year old. He had been hanging in his room with Daddy, but came to see what I was doing. All of a sudden, he says, "I'm going to put this (this being the tortilla warmer) away." He picks up the styrofoam container off the table, walks over to the cabinet, opens the door, turns the lazy susan to the right place, and puts it in there. Then he shuts the door, says, "It's put away!" and gallops off to his room.

I am amused and touched.