Practically Perfect

Bentley has made being a mom so enjoyable these past two days. He has practically been perfect--agreeable, obedient....all the things he usually isn't.

I don't know what has happened, maybe it's me and not him, but I'm liking it.

This morning, when I walked out of the bathroom to find him holding his black hands up begging to have them washed, he was still cute.

After washing them he showed me exactly where he had found grease. On the broken bike chain, in the garage (why are we keeping a broken bike chain??)--but as far as I can see he didn't touch a wall on his way up the stairs. No grease to be found except on his hands.

See? Perfect.