raising him right

The Boy loves doors. open. close. open. close. Over and over again. If there is a door, the Boy wants to be in charge of it, be it at home, at the mall, the doctor's office, even the car doors count in his obsession.

Today, as The Boy and I were coming inside from seeing The Babe off to preschool, The Boy insisted on opening the front storm door for me.

"My get the door, Mommy. It's very heavy. You can't do it. You're not a big boy yet."