I’d mentioned before that I have a checklist I go through with Michael each morning. This was an effort to help him remember what to do and what to avoid doing during his day at Ms K’s.
Like, don’t flush stuff down the toilet, and don’t yank the hardware out of the walls. Basic stuff like that.
Well, he’s been doing so well the last few months that I’ve dropped it entirely.
Instead, he has a checklist for me.
After a hug goodbye, and then the “one more and that’s it” hug that he always demands, he starts in:
“Got your money?” He asks me.
“Yes,” I reply.
“Got your food?”
“Yes.”
“Got your dinner?”
“Yes.”
“Got your lunch?”
“Yes.”
“Got your phone?”
“Yes.”
“Okay. Bye!”
Then, he dismisses me with a quick wave, and heads off to be with Ms K.
I no longer have to remind him to maintain his manners. Instead, he has to check on me, to be sure I have enough sustenance for the day. I wonder how much he thinks I eat at work?
Gotta love the little guy. This is a good sign that he’s learning responsibility.