It was a typical Tuesday night. We got home from my son's hockey practice and in his typical way he wanted to put his gear to dry by himself. Normally I am very proud of this desire and hey, as long as it gets dry, who cares right? So I let him take 20 minutes to do something that would take me about 2 and I went to start dinner. I made dinner and went to the garage to check on him. He still wasn't done. I was tired and hungry and I wanted to eat. I said "Hurry up would you, dinner is waiting." Then, if my husband had been home he would have told me to chill out, it wasn't as important as my son finishing the job he had started. But my husband wasn't home so I reached out to help my son. This is where my three year old showed that he has the maturity of someone ten times his age and I need to think before I act. He said, "Mom, just go eat, I got this." Can you blame me, sometimes I forget he's only three?
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