Helpfulness

I stopped reading to the boys midway through a sentence.
Was Caleb actually throwing away his board books?
Yes. He was.

I fished out the three that had already nestled among torn plastic packaging,
Then pulled the garbage bag over so Caleb could continue.

He strutted back and forth from shelf to trash basket,
Broad grin, proud that he was enhancing the orderliness of the home.

Did I mention that yesterday he found a blanket in the bag of our guests
And brought it to them for their son. They didn’t need it, but they received it.

It was the first true act of service I have seen of him.
He walked away, head high, smile big, satisfied that he contributed.

As, indeed, he had.