Small Milestone

Today, Sam gave me his first "genuine" and unprovoked apology.  He was playing with the (unplugged and turned off) paper shredder.  He dragged it into the living room and then I heard a loud BOOM from my desk.  I turned around to see it lying on its side.  I made sure he was OK (no smashed fingers or toes) and nicely said that it wasn't a toy and I was glad he was OK.  Usually this would be when he would break down in tears over guilt or fear or whatever.  Instead he said "I'm sorry mommy."  I explained that it was OK and accidents happen and we returned the paper shredder to its home.  It's a small thing, but one I want to remember.