Lately Ethan thinks that it's his job to take care of me. He loves to brush my teeth, help me put makeup on, etc. The other day I said out loud, mainly to myself, "boy, my head's really starting to hurt" and Ethan jumped right in with "it'll be ok mom. I'll make you some coffee". Funny how he's picked that up!
This morning as I was trying to get ready he told me that he didn't want me to get ready -- he wanted me to watch cartoons with him. I asked him if I should stay stinky with crazy hair. He ran into the bathroom telling me, "Oh, I'll get you your deodorant. Then you won't be stinky anymore." Problem solved, no shower needed for me :)
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