Growing up

I wanted to jot this down before I forgot it.

We were sitting at the table just about to say the prayer for dinner the other day.  I don't remember who was supposed to say it but Andrew piped up and said he wanted to.  So we helped him, he did great.  The next night same scenario, except we were trying to tell him it wasn't his turn.  Big fit, so we let him again.  Next night same thing, so basically for the last four nights he has said the dinner prayer and he did a wonderful job.  Isn't it funny how you can try to get them to do it for ever and then one day they decide, oh this is great, I love saying the prayer.