On Training

My cousin Darcy and her boys visited us today and shared lunch. She relayed to me this fun story:

After our meal Owen helped load the dishes into the dishwasher and Rhyle swept the floor. Livia was supposed to be helping with the dustpan, but after awhile she ran off; Rhyle continued his chore. Darcy kindly offered to hold the dustpan and cheerfully encouraged Rhyle in his work. "Wow. You do a really nice job," she said. (or something close to that!)

"I've been trained." Rhyle stated proudly. Then he added, "And I didn't even have to go anywhere for my training! I just learned right here."

What a great perspective on his chores! He has a sense of pride that he has been "trained" and not just anyone can do the task he was assigned. This makes me smile.