Dylan has had a big summer. He has learned how to ride his bike without training wheels and he can *almost* tie his shoes. He can also read even better than when he left kindergarten.
He's grown up this summer. He still has a way to go in the maturity department, but he's growing up. And still the sweetest kid ever.
The other day he was playing his DS when he wasn't supposed to. Dave and I were both a bit upset with him. I explained that we were disappointed because he did not listen to the rules. He said he forgot. I confirmed that it was ok but please remember next time.
FF to the next morning.
Dylan to Dave: Daddy, are you still mad at me?
Dave: I wasn't mad, not a little disappointed and frustrated.
Dylan: I'll remember the rules.
To me, as I am leaving the house: Mommy, I'm sorry I didn't remember the rules last night. I do better and remember next time.
Seriously, could he possibly be a better kid?