We were at the grocery store yesterday, and DH was carrying Belly, who was falling asleep. Belly tried so very hard to keep his eyes open, to the point they were crossing, and was starting to droop his head onto Daddy's shoulder.
All of a sudden he sits upright, coughs once, and throws up on Daddy.
The poor little thing! And do you know the first thing he said?! "I'm sorry."
Not "I'm sick" or "Waaaah!" but he actually apologized for puking on Daddy.
Friday I was working from home, and had set my command post up in the dining room. I make a lot of phone calls to customers, and it must be quiet for that. Can't have people screaming or playing Wii in the background you know. So, Belly was playing video games in the living room when he saw me pick up the phone. I was just checking my voicemail, but he didn't know that. He jumped up and turned the TV down and asked, "Are you making a phone call, Momma? Is the TV quiet enough now?" What a darling.
See, I felt bad for pointing out Belly's indiscretion of calling that lady old, so I thought I'd add in some of the nice things he says, too.