I used to call him 'Barnabas', which means son of encouragement. He would constantly tell me, Good job, Mom!"
So I would say, "Thank you, little Barnabas".
Until one day when he informed me: "I not Barnabas. I Jackson Brooks".
But he is still kind and encouraging, which I really appreciated after I pulled off this atrocity:
Yes, indeed. That is Lightning McQueen, ladies and gentlecars. I told you I cannot bake. I really cannot decorate cakes. I'd like to think my talents lie elsewhere. Please enjoy your moment of laughter.
But after finishing the cake, my sweet little almost-4-year-old said, "Great job, Mom! It looks so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so cool!"
Thank you, little Barnabas.