This morning, while I was doing my usual morning rush thing, Isaiah asked me where the paper bags are kept. As I told him, I asked why. He said, "I'm going to make my lunch. I don't want you to make it. I don't want you to have so many chores."
And so he did. He made himself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, wrote his name on his brown bag, and packed it.
Afterwards, he gave me a kiss and asked if that helped me.
Not only did that help me, it made my day. That was the sweetest thing anyone's done for me lately!