Fly away

My little guy is all heart. On the way to school today he says, "I wish I was a bird so I could fly." Pause. "But don't worry, Mom. I wouldn't poop on you."

Oh, how the heart swells.

And I will brag a bit...after leaving a movie theater last week, he noticed a young boy in front of us had dropped a $5 bill. Before I knew what he was doing, he ran over, picked it up and caught up to the little boy with a "Hey, you dropped your money."

Yes, a proud-mom moment. So in the future when I'm fighting him about going through old toys and clothes to give to charity and he gripes about it...I'll remember that sometimes it's better to keep quiet and let a young boy make his own decisions about what's right.

And that's when they surprise you.