Calvin's Bacon

Calvin absolutely loves bacon. If I'd let him, he would eat an entire pound of it by himself in one sitting. Because of his intense craving, I've had to severely limit how much of the stuff I make. Yesterday, as we were out of milk for cereal, I broke down and cooked a breakfast of french toast and bacon, much to Calvin's delight.

My plan was to allow him three pieces, but of course he some how managed to get a hold of twice that many. The rest, I informed him, were for daddy and therefore off limits. RB has averaged four hours of sleep a day for the past week on his surgery rotation and this was his one chance to sleep in. Calvin knew that he wasn't to disturb his sleeping father until he awoke.
A few minutes into cleaning up the kitchen, I noticed a strange and unfamiliar quietness about the house. It was then that I saw the plate of bacon on the table- completely empty. I found Noah and asked him where his brother was since Calvin always hides whenever he's "made a bad choice." Noah waddled to the coffee table and pointed his chubby finger underneath it. There was the culprit covered in turkey-bacon-bits. Assuming he had finished off all the remaining pieces, I explained to poor little Calvin about how disappointed daddy was going to be when he woke up to no bacon left for him and how important it is to share. I could tell the thought of having no bacon was a very serious one in his little mind and that he understood that he had done something wrong. He said that he would try to do better next time and then went off towards his room - I thought to play.

RB said he was fast asleep in bed when he heard a rustling noise close to his head. As he opened his eyes, he said he could just make out the form of Calvin dropping flat to the ground, trying to hide. It was then that his eyes focused on what was laying on top of the pillow next to his face... a single greasy piece of bacon.
I'm pretty sure it's the sweetest thing Calvin has ever done for someone. I'm so proud.

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Another proud moment for me came today in Calvin's singing time. Our very kind and talented friend was directing the music in primary and started off with "Singing a song is fun to do". He asked the children if they had other ideas of what is fun to do and received mostly the typical, expected responses until Calvin shouted out his idea... "Riding a really fast duck."
"Oh," said our friend, "Yes, riding a fast truck is fun to do."
"No, no," Calvin corrected, " Riding a really fast DUCK."
Aaah, yes there were the chuckles from the teachers and as they looked back behind the piano at me, all I could do was smile and shrug. Yes, I'm so proud.
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