After swimming tonight, Brady struggled to rinse the shampoo out of his hair. Since I'm the unofficial towel, shirt, pants, and goggle holder (and I'm generally not interested in getting wet when I'm wearing clothes), there wasn't a lot I could do to help, but I was totally heartened when Abby stepped in to help him. I didn't have to say a word: she just did it.
It's a blessing to realize that in spite of my many failings as a parent, my kids are growing up to be genuinely kind people.
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