The other morning Valentina was complaining that she thought Asa was bragging when I complimented him on what a great job he had done of showering, dressing and getting his breakfast ready all by himself.
"That makes me feel bad," Valentina started, "because I'm not big and I can't do those things on my own yet. It feels like he's bragging."
"Asa, can you please tell her that you weren't bragging?" I asked him.
Asa walked over, hugged Valentina and said "I'm sorry I made you feel that way. I wasn't bragging, I was just really proud of myself. I'm sorry you thought I was bragging. I don't want you to feel bad, that wasn't what I meant."
I guess my almost 12 years of therapy does rub off on the kids.