The other morning, Timmy was just finishing up his breakfast. He called me over, and pointed at the table, where I saw that he had spilled the last of his orange juice.
"That's okay, buddy," I said. "I'll clean it up."
And as I wiped up the OJ puddle, Timmy said, "Mom, you're a good sport about cleaning up all my messes."
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Precious!
Awwww! Those are nice kudos ya got there. ;-)
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