On Friday morning, you, Nana and I were getting ready to go out when I told you that this weekend was Thanksgiving weekend when we tell everyone what we're thankful for. So I asked, "What are you thankful for?"
"Umm, winter. And Nana."
Later when we met Dad for lunch, I explained our conversation that morning then asked, "What else are you thankful for?"
"Mom. Food." Looking out the window, "cars. And Skye." I said, "Aren't you forgetting someone at the table here?" You looked around. "No." "What about Dad?" "No," you replied again.
This morning, I had the rarely-used video camera out and asked you the same line of questions for the record. You replied with "winter, Mom, Nana, Skye, Dad, clothes."
So, the lesson here is to keep asking until we get the answer we want. And to be thankful that you didn't rattle off toys, computer games or some other fairly frivolous and extravagant items. We must be doing something right.