My oldest son, my potential lawyer, the boy of a many arguments and very little attention span. Who is forever perplexed as to why we make our beds when we are just going to mess them up each night and why do we clean the house if it is just going to get messy again? This perpetually confused young man walked in to his room last night at bed time and immediatly turned back around - "Mom?"
"Yes son"
"Thank you for making my bed"
"Your Welcome"
And thank you for noticing and realizing it is something to be thankful for.
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