Do Me A Favor?

Last night my cousin, Kristine, was doing her laundry. Nathan was happy to keep her company. I sat in the adjoining room listening to him ramble on and on and feeling grateful to Kristine for listening and even conversing with him. All of a sudden Nathan ran out of the laundry room cradling a pink little pillow under his cheek. I thought perhaps he was up to no good, and so I promptly asked, "Nathan, are you suppose to have that pillow?" And then I quickly added, "Does Kristine know you have her pillow?" As he galloped around in a little circle still clinging to the pillow he smiled as he responded, "Kristine gave me a favor!" Being a little slow to understand, I asked again, "Does Kristine know you have her pillow?" In a very grown-up and serious manner he replied, "Mom, Kristine gave me a favor to go and put the pillow on her bed." Off he went to do her the favor. I am still smiling.