All four of us were in our bed yesterday morning watching the Olympics. I (jokingly) asked Brady to run downstairs and bring us breakfast in bed. He said he couldn't do that, but then disappeared a few seconds later. He then came back upstairs with two glasses of water. He'd pulled the kitchen chair over to the cabinet and gotten two glasses, which he then filled with water and managed to bring upstairs without spilling. He said he wanted to bring breakfast, but this was all he could reach.
It's the thought that counts, right?
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