Tonight was one of those fun, goofy nights. We had a pretty successful Family Home Evening and once we were done, waited for the right time for bath and night-night. While we waited we played this or that, just enjoying one another and being silly.
I was sitting Indian-style, in front of our couch just watching Gavin and Jack-Jack play near me. All of a sudden, something that wasn't a hand was rubbing my back. I then hear James' cute little voice, "I scratch your baaa-aack!" He was so happy to be scratching my back. "I'm scratching your back, Mommy!" He then stops (and I see he was using a jagged toy saw to do the job) and comes next to me on the ground. He says, "Let me see your hands!... Oh! They are dirty... I think James can help you wash them up." He then takes me by the hand, helps me up and guides me to the bathroom. "I can turn the water on for you, too" We turn the light on and he starts the water. He grabs the soap and tries to pump some into my hand... I secretly helped a little. "I think I will wash mine too". We wash our hands together and I am done waaay before him. He washes and washes and washes his hands. I have to tell him he's all clean and to rinse rinse rinse! He does and we go back out. He acts like nothing happened. I ask him if he wants to see my hands. "Yes! Oh, they are aaaalll clean! Mine too!" He shows me his hands and I give him a kiss. He is such a sweetheart.
A little James tidbit on this matter- he is obsessed with washing his hands and drinking the water from the bathroom faucet. Like he will stay in there an extra 5-10 minutes drinking water and washing his hands. It is so funny. He is now taking it upon himself to bring us water in our own Dixie cup. How thoughtful. It's sad that I am starting to put my foot down on him for not using up the cups (he goes through a ton) and the water... I'm hoping we find a happy compromise :)
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