Crying over spilled milk

You informed me that you spilled your milk but wanted to clean it up yourself. I rose to get her paper towels, but you said, “No, Daddy. I’ll do it.”

I sat back down and resumed my work while you cleaned up your mess, unprompted and unassisted, which doesn’t happen often.

When I checked on you later, this was what I found:

You didn't clean up all of the milk, and you don’t seem to understand where the paper towels should end up when the job is finished, but it’s progress.