I told Skyler to go make his bed this morning. He responded, "I need help. I'm not big enough to make my bed by myself."
"Yes, you are," I said. "Go make your bed."
Instead he came around in front of me and stood silently for a moment. "See, Mommy, this is how big I am," he said solemnly. "You see, I'm not big enough. You have to be dis big," he held his hand about an inch above the top of his little curls, "to make your bed by yourself."