Yesterday after breakfast, I thought my son is reading / browsing his books which he usually does every morning but I found him reaching for all of our picture frames. He got one, he played with it by kissing it, identifying who's on it, then flip it on the sofa, then threw it on the floor. Broken glass scattered on the floor, I brought him to his room so I could freely vaccum the floor. Then I brought him back to the living room to play his toys then I went out of the house to take care of the broken glass. When I got in, I found his toys cluttered all over and saw him inside the container. I can't afford to get mad, I even laughed out loud seeing him enclosing himself in the container. It was a priceless moment, thanks to my being sahmy for witnessing incident like this which I will cherish forever. I know, when my son grows older he would seek more his friends' company than mine, then his girlfriend's, his career, his family and we, his parents would just be his last which I anticipated so I am making the most of each time that I have him. How nice it is to be a mom, I love the feeling. It's GOD's greatest gift.