"My pants are falling down and I can't find my shoes." My six year old said sadly as he came into the kitchen the other morning. And to me that moment was so cute and precious for some reason. I really enjoy him.
He is my little detail man and usually ready for school before anyone. He wakes up, gets dressed with shoes and socks and comes out of his room dragging his backpack and coat, looking for his sandwich so he can pack his lunch. He cleans up his dishes after breakfast without being reminded. If only all my children could be like that...
But that morning he was wearing new pants that apparently didn't fit too well, and had such a rare occasion of not knowing where his shoes were. And he was so sad about it all. I just wanted to pick him up and cuddle him and make all the sadness go away. Which I guess I did by helping him find his shoes and making his pants tighter with those button stretchy things inside the waistband of the pants.
I don't really have anything more to write about that ... just wanted to share I guess.