I hope my writing will not lead to therapy someday (not that anything's wrong with therapists...some of my best friends [and parents] are therapists!). I think he'll be okay, though...and I know he secretly loves the spotlight and the attention.
This evening I was cleaning off a glass Christmas ornament I had helped him paint for his teacher--he did several, but he hand-picked the one he wanted to present to her. I wanted to polish it a bit with Windex...well, it slipped out of my hands and shattered on the kitchen floor. He was so sweet about the whole thing. I felt horrible, but he was totally cool. He went to choose another ornament and kept reassuring me that it was okay. I love that kid!