It's become a regular thing. C ALWAYS makes something for J at school. I'm not even exaggerating. Every single day he comes home and pulls out his note, artwork or coloring sheet for J. It's become such a joke that C even knows how I'm going to react. He'll give me that sly smile and run into his bedroom to get whatever creation he made for Daddy that day.
Until one day when I walked through the door and he said, "Mommy!! I made you something! Here!"