We bought an after school treat at a favourite bakery yesterday.
As we were leaving, with 'the most fabulous carrot cake ever', Max said to the dear old lady (who maybe owns the bakery) "your bakery is the best bakery in the whole wide world. Not just Wynnum. The world".
She was best pleased. Beaming with smiles.
He was happy. Carrot cake clenched tightly in his sticky, sweaty little hand.
And I am grateful for a kind and thoughtful boy who likes other people to know how special they are.