Quinn, my 9 year old, went to Scouts yesterday. They were instructed to bring their knifes. I thought he was going to learn knife safety. Instead, he came home with a Valentine's gift whittled with a knife for me. It's soap! He even etched the word "mom" on it.
This morning he told me, "You can save the heart part of the soap and use the regular part of the soap so you can smell good." (The heart only required 1/2 of a bar.) Does it get any better? Man, I love that kid.