My Considerate Son

This evening as I hustled Pete upstairs for a bath, he ran back down to collect a pile of toy soldiers to play with in the tub. I said to him, "Oh that's too many. don't take them all into the tub."


"It's not too many. Why is it too many?"


"Because then I'm the one who will have to pick then all up myself"


"That's good, Mommy. You need some exercise and the more you move your arms, the more exercise you'll get."


"Thanks for thinking of me, son."