R is for Responsibility

Sometimes I think there's a wise old man living inside the body of my 9-year-old.

Last week, Mommy spilled the beans to the blogosphere about how Carter feels it's his duty to gather, organize and put carts away in the Wal-Mart parking lot.

Last night, while unloading our purchases, he informed me that he is no longer going to do that.

His reason: "I want to see if people can be responsible on their own."

We'd all like to see that, Carter.

Enough said.