In my bathroom, because I don't trust the girls with it, are all the hair do-dads. The girls' barrettes, clips, rubber bands are kept in this little drawer set.
Saturday morning, I was fixing everyone's hair so they'd look nice when their grandparents arrived. As Lydia was walking out of my bathroom (with a beautiful 'do if I do say so), she accidentally knocked over the drawer that had all the rubber bands in it. HUGE mess! Maya was next in line to have her hair done, so she was also in my bathroom. She sweetly told Lydia to clean it all up.
My jaw dropped as I watched Lydia quickly bend down and commence the massive clean up. She didn't stop until all the rubber bands were put away and she never complained. When she finished, I said, "Thank you, Lydia," and she left.
I called Kyle in and privately told him what she had done. He went into the girls' room and asked, "Lydia, did you make a mess of the rubber bands? Mommy said that you cleaned THE WHOLE THING UP BY YOURSELF AND YOU HAD A GOOD ATTITUDE!" (He was saying it with a loud excited voice so all could hear.)
"Lydia, you deserve a prize for your hard work."