Brody forgets to hang his towel up… a lot. He leaves it in the floor of his room and sometimes on his bed still wet. I’ve told him a thousand times not to do this, that he can hang his towel on the towel rack that was made for that purpose and use it more than once. It’s an ongoing thing. I’ve scolded, yelled even, and become completely irritated by the fact that Brody forgets to hang his towel up… a lot. But the other day, I went downstairs where he was and being filled with love for him because he really is the best kid ever… He’s kind and generous and thoughtful. He never gets in trouble. He makes wise decisions. He hangs with the good kids. He IS a good kid, very good, even though he forgets to hang his towel up… a lot. I gave him a big hug for the morning, just a good morning hug really, and told him that he was such a good boy. “You’re such a good boy, Brody,” I said, “such a GOOD boy. I am so proud of you.” He loved the hug and the compliments. After I patted him on the back a few times just out of a mother’s sheer happiness with such a fine young man, Brody held up his finger and said, “Wait a minute.” He walked to his room, picked up his towel out of the floor, and hung it on its place.