For the longest time, Miles has always had the same approach to washing his hands: rinse, pull towel from the holder, quickly run it over his hands, then let it drop to the floor as he walks away. But today, after what’s felt like an eternity, Miles is FINALLY leaving the hand towel somewhere other than the floor.
It seems small, but I HEAPED praise upon him for making this slight adjustment. Of course he’s too short to hang the towel back on the wall, but for him to opt for this alternative without direct instruction from me or Jaclyn is HUGE. There may be hope for him yet.
The Perils (& Pride) of Paternity 