This morning Braeden and I, along with a lot of other people, helped set up for the Christmas party at our church. You may remember this about me.
Today I was setting spoons on tables and correcting the knives that had already been placed. I looked up and saw Braeden at the next table over, fixing the knives on that table.
I didn't know whether I should apologize to him for the inherited neurosis or throw my arms around the kid. My boy. He knows how to set a table.
Perhaps there's hope that he'll someday learn how to put his shoes away, hang up his clothes, make his bed, eat politely, put his dishes in the dishwasher, put the cereal away...
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