The Littlest Hero

So all the kids are madly looking for The Hero's glasses this morning, to no avail. There's crying and complaining from all three older children that they can't find them anywhere. Finally, tired of all the lamenting, I sighed and started to dry my dishwater hands and go in search of them myself. Meanwhile, The Rugrat (17 months) pushes a chair from the dining room table over to the corner shelf, climbs up on it, retrieves Hero's glasses from the middle shelf, and carries them to him in the hallway. The ooh's and aah's, pats and kisses the littlest hero received were reward enough to bring a big grin to that little munchkin's face. My baby is growing up...