It is rare that Talmage falls to sleep following the bedtime routine of story, prayer, good-night hug. As we leave the room, he usually is setting up his next activity - be it legos, coloring, etc. He'll kick around in there for a good hour or so before tucking himself in. When we go and check on him before we turn in, we navigate through little legos strewn all over the floor, papers scattered, clothes flung every-which-way ... (okay, so his room looks like that all day long. anywaaaay...).
Tonight was no exception, and as usual, I didn't pay much attention to the racket coming from his room after I'd said "goodnight." About 30 minutes after he was "put to bed", he called me into his room, "Hey, mom!" As I walked down the hall, he stood by his open door like a museum docent, hand outstretched to present his room to me.
He says, "Look! I tidied my room!"
And sure 'nuff. It was one TIDY room. There was not ANYTHING on the floor. He'd put all toys, odds-n-ends, a pillow, EVERYTHING, either on his bookshelf or stuffed into his closet.
"Wow, T!" I wrapped him in a hug and we laughed together.
He was so happy about his work. He gave me an impulsive bear hug back and then asked, "What day is tomorrow?" Enough gushing, already!
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