Meeting in the Middle

Dear Mackenzie,

We were at a grocery store yesterday when a man in the same aisle as us knocked a bottle of mustard off of the shelf. I don't know if he noticed, but he didn't pick it up. I noticed that you noticed, though, and that you picked up the bottle and put it back on the shelf.

A little later on, we were going back home when you stepped off your scooter and walked back a little to move several fallen branches to the side of the sidewalk. You had already scooted past them but you wanted to move them out of the way so that no one would trip on them. I am so proud of you for being so conscientious and thoughtful!

In other news, we were in bed with Daddy last night and we were "fighting" over who got to be in the middle. I said, "Why do you always get to be in the middle? Is it because M is for Mackenzie and middle?" You replied, "Yes! And you have an E, so you get the end." Hahaha, fair point!

Love,

Mom