Last Wednesday George didn't get home from a trip until after midnight (I guess this means he didn't get home until Thursday). Thursday is our trash pick-up day and they usually come around 6:30 a.m. I asked Jakob not to come into our room and wake up Daddy to see the trash, he could go downstairs and watch.
Sure enough the trash guys came at 6:30 and Jakob didn't come into our room until 7:30. What did he do this whole time? He watched the guys and then got a stool, climbed up on the stool, got my cereal box (Sam's size), a spoon (tablespoon size) and brought them up for my breakfast in bed. He explained he tried to get a bowl but he was afraid he might break it. And the milk was too heavy and I would have to get it myself.
What a sweet boy.
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