Dear Hubby will be working night shift for the next week due to a planned outage at his work, so we planned to go out for dinner last night for a little quality time to tide us over. One complication: We had A with us as his Momma was working.
We couldn't have asked for a more well-behaved young man.
The restaurant brought a little loaf of brown bread with a pot of butter to tide us over until dinner came. A *loved* this bread. He ate a piece and promptly said, "More bread, please," and continued to do so until the loaf was almost gone.
Hubby was enjoying the bread, as well, and A must have noticed it -- because the last time he asked for more, I cut the end of the loaf into 2 slices. I buttered the next-to-the-last slice of bread and handed it to A. "That's Papaw's," he said, and pointed to the big guy next to him.
I smiled at his generosity and began buttering the last slice of bread. "That's mine," he said, and we gladly gave it to him.
It's pretty unlike a 2-year-old to be so kind and generous, but it's very like this 2-year-old. We love him so.
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