While cleaning up for lunch I splashed water on myself. Asa looked at me with a shocked face,
"Oh no Mama! Go use the potty! Come on come on!"
He grabbed my hand and started pulling me towards the bathroom while I tried to explain that I'd spilled. He kept insisting,
"Come on Mommy, use the potty."
And wasn't happy until he shut me in the bathroom.
On another day we were praying over lunch.
Asa, "Dear God,"
Me, prompting, "what next?"
Asa, "Wanna bite?"