Hollis was sitting on my lap watching cute Pug videos when he stops and says, "Wipe! Nose!" and sure enough, his fist was covered in something wet (and icky). So I said, "Ok, sweetie, go into the bathroom and get some tissue so we can blow your nose."
He says, "Ok!" and runs off with a big smile, comes back with about two squares of toilet paper proudly, and hands them to me. I thought, Wow, that was so very good of him! since recently I've been asking him to do more complex things with varying degrees of success.
A few minutes later I go to the back of the house to get something and see this:
I love this little kid.