"good" times

Lately, Weston has started telling us when things are "good."

Sunday night after chapel at the Upper School, he told me,
"We had a good time at church, mommy."
(*We* actually did not have a good time, as he was pinching my face and yelling while his dad was preaching. But if you don't count that, then we had a good time.)

As an aside, when there is a small crowd at the Sunday night community worship at the school, Rob invites everyone to form a circle at the altar for communion. Weston loves this and frequently makes "proclamations."
One Sunday night as Rob ate the bread, he proclaimed, "Daddy ate the cracker."
Another evening he said, "I need to eat that."
This past Sunday night after Rob said, "Do this in remembrance of me," he said, "WOW."

Last night, he was still eating his grapes, while daddy and I were cleaning up the kitchen, and he said, "We had a good dinner, mommy. Thank you, mommy."

(sound of heart melting)

His voluntary use of "thank you" has also increased exponentially lately. We frequently hear "thank you mommy" or "thank you daddy" without prompting.

He's a real sweetheart - MOST of the time!

New development 2/25/11
Now, he have moved on to thanking us for eating certain foods.
Example:
"thank you for eating quesadilla, mommy."
"thank you for eating sandwich, daddy."
I'm not sure if he means "thank you for MAKING" it, or that he is just copying us saying, "thank you for eating."