He did his chores, plus the dusting and vaccuming.
He practiced his guitar.
He turned in the money he collected from the Youth Group for their Compassion child.
He offered to go to the bank and get lunch for me.
He got all his schoolwork done, including AP biology, without complaint.
He visited with his grandparents.
He went to the gym and worked out for an hour.
He packed his bag for a weekend camp retreat. Knowing he has NEVER successfully packed for a trip without forgetting something vital, like say, his pants, I run down the usual checklist:
"Did you remember to pack your bedding? Pillow? Sleeping bag?"
"Did you remember clean underwear? Pajamas?"
"Got your toothbrush?"
"Deoderant? Toothpaste? Shampoo?"
"Yep. Yep. Yep."
"Q-TIPS??? Did you remember to pack Q-tips?"
"Oh, you did NOT!"
Smiling and nodding his head as he bounded away down the sidewalk he confirmed,
"Oh, YES I did!"
A proud moment, indeed. When he is on his own, he will have clean ears. Clearly, my work as a mother is complete.