Verklempt

Today my baby restored my faith in MANkind. I was putting away the dishes and dropped one on the floor outside of the kitchen. I figured I'd pick it up later, after I was done. My youngest came upstairs to complain about something his older brother did, and without my even asking, picked up the fallen plate and handed it to me.  While this may seem trivial to most, it made me proud that he (at least for now) doesn't have the blind bat man-genes, that his father and brother seem to possess. For that I am grateful.