On the way to pick up Little Sister this evening, I asked Book Boy whether they had done any assigned reading yet in school. He said not really, but Miss T has read them several books. Today she read one called Have You Filled Your Bucket or something like that … I suspect it was a kid version of this, or something along those lines.
Anyway, what BB got out of the story is that every time something good happens, your happy bucket fills up a little more. I told him that my happy bucket filled up almost all the way when I picked him up (my favorite part of the day) and would be overflowing when we got LS. He said that he would need TWO happy buckets when we got her because his would be overflowing so much.
I then asked him whether his bucket could lose drops or become empty.
No, he said.
“Because my life is perfect,” he said. “My life is perfect.”
(And suddenly I needed two happy buckets … )