I'm so proud of my boy.

I'm just amazed at this.

On Saturday, we went to our church's Hometown Halloween celebration. Wisely, they had set up a kid's table with xeroxes for them to color, and marker pens. G flipped one over and drew a little picture for me, complete with a grandfather clock. He gave it to me, declaring it mine. I thanked him, remarked on the clock, and laid it down next to me. He reached around me with the pen and made a mark on it. I frowned and asked him not to do this to my picture. He did it again. I handed it back, saying I didn't want it if he was going to ruin it. He apologized, promised not to do it again. I put it down and he did it again. I handed it back, very annoyed now.

He was busy for a bit (and I was distracted by the talent show), and handed it back. The back of it now said "I SRY." I asked, "Does that say, 'I'm sorry'?" He confirmed that it did. I was so proud of him, sounding it out and writing it down.

(but he needs to not be a nasty-butt in the first place!)