Tonight at dinner (much like every other night), I served the kids food, and told them it was hot. Gillian immediately shoved a meatball in her mouth. She started to cry, because it was too hot. We told her to spit it out and I again told her that the food was hot and that she needed to blow on it. She said “I can’t. You blow it.” That drives me crazy. I’m sorry, but a kid her age should be able to blow on her food to cool it down. I told her that a two year old should be able to cool her food down. She again said “I can’t.” Meanwhile, John is saying something to me too. I focused on John and asked him what he needed. He said “Can I get up and tell her a secret?” I told him he could tell Gillian a secret. All I was thinking was that it would distract her for a few minutes while her food cooled down. He got up and went over to her and whispered “When I was your age, I had to blow on my food. Try it. You can do it.” She shook her head and said “No!” He again reassured her “You can do it!” He walked around the table and climbed back into his chair. “I just had to tell Gillian a secret.” And then he started to tell us what told Gillian. But we stopped him and told him that he didn’t need to share the secret. What a sweet little boy trying to help us out.