I was tired and slightly grumpy late this afternoon after a good but very busy day so far. Maya asked for hot chocolate, and I told her she could have some, but I was going to make it for her. She normally helps, which makes it so much more work, as we have to pull a chair over to the counter, wipe up spilt powder, be extra careful with the hot water, and try not to spill the milk we add after the water to make it the right drinking temperature.
She asked why she couldn't help, and I sighed that I just wanted to do it myself.
There was a slight pause, and then her sweet voice said "Mommy, helping is a way we show our love."
Yeah, my heart melted. She got to help.