"Oops" he said with a nervous little voice.
I turned around to see our refillable K-cup spilled onto the ground. Elliott had tried to help me by taking it out of the machine and dumping it into the garbage, but it was too hot for him and he dropped it. Two months ago I would have reacted in anger. I would have exclaimed "Elliott!! What did you do?" and caused him to flee the scene in fear of a time out or having me tell him in seventeen different ways why he shouldn't have touched the k-cup in the first place.
Today was different. Even though I had two whiney one year olds in front of me, both upset at my lunch offerings and protesting loudly while throwing food on the floor... today was still different.
He happily helped me wipe up the mess and remarked at how tiny the coffee grounds were.
"I need my magnifying glass!" (I surprised both him and I by agreeing enthusiastically.)
I asked him what he could do differently next time so this didn't happen.
"Ask Mommy" he said sheepishly. He gave me a big hug, and we both smiled and squeezed.
I would love to say that this is a result of the Positive Parenting seminar I recently attended (and I'm sure that in part it is- SUCH a good seminar!) but the truth is that two months ago I walked into the emergency room in my small town and nervously told them that I thought I needed to go on medication for Post Partum Depression.