When I picked him up from nursery on Sunday- the leaders told me the last few weeks he's been a new little boy. He's turned into the 'leader' of the class and is correcting his teachers by rewriting his name the way HE wants. I have been trying to get him to write his letters for MONTHS. Apparently he has been paying attention but just didn't want to cooperate for me.
Yesterday I got after him for stepping on Metta - and he got this terribly sad little face. He told me I had hurt his feelings. I grabbed him and hugged him and asked; "did the hug help?". He shook his head no. I kissed him and asked; "did the kiss help?". He shook his head no again. And then he got this sheepish little grin and squeeked; "I think a kit-kat will help". And thus the little fat rolls on his belly.
I sure love him.