Pride

I was making dinner last night when Ben beckoned from the living room, "Maaaa-ma!"
I said, "Coming!" as I wiped off my hands.
He called again, "Maaaa-ma," but this time I could tell he was on the move.
We met half way, he was dragging a favorite toy. It's the size/shape of a portable radio player and has all kind of activities on it - everything from a simple keyboard, to a TV screen with silly pictures to a phone. One of the most enthralling activities, however, is the door. It has a doorbell and a key you can twist to pop the door open to reveal a picture of a family. Ben has always loved closing the door, but he has a hard time getting it open by twisting the key.
When I saw he was dragging the toy, I assumed that he wanted my help getting the door open. Again.
We plopped down on the floor together and I said, "Do you want me to get it open?"
He replied indignantly, "No!"
And then proceeded to do it himself.
And then he beamed.
Once he showed me, he was ready to move on to something else.
I encouraged him to show Daddy, which he did.
And then he was done with the toy that has held his concentration for over 6 months.

This morning when he walked past the same toy he said, "open" and then giggled a little bit.