You Know You've Done A Good Job When

This weekend we went out of town for my brother-in-law's wedding.  I likely write about that another day, but for now, I wanted to chronicle a cute-thing-Gus-said.  [Bear in mind, this sounds much cuter if you can imagine the not-so-perfect enunciation of a toddler.]

On the trip home he slept very little, which was too bad because he'd been up until 11:30 the night before.  He kept whining and asking to be let "out!"  Eventually, we started singing songs.  A favourite of his is 'Eensy Weensy Spider,' complete with actions.  I sang it through a few times; sometimes Chris would do the actions (one handed, as he was driving) and Gus would join in where he could.  Finally, it was my turn.  I was taking my time with the song and doing some exaggerated actions and when that short ditty was finished, Jonas pipes up: "Good job.  Good job, Mummy."

Yep, I can a do a mean eensy-weensy spider!  And should be just praised for it!