Filling up buckets . . .

This post probably needs some background information.  Here it is:  the kids have a book called "Have you filled a bucket today?".  It is a very sweet book about doing and saying nice things to others.  When we do this, it fills up someone's "bucket" and you are a "bucket filler".  The "bucket" being this imaginary bucket we all carry around.  And of course, if you say mean things or do mean things to others, you are being a "bucket dipper".  You get the point. So, we inevitably talk alot about filling up buckets. . . .

So, I was taking Coy's photo wearing his brothers shoes (see previous post).  He was hamming it up, pulling his big cheesy smile and saying "ssheeez".  I laughed and said "Coy you are filling up my bucket."

From the next room, I hear "Mom, do I fill up your bucket?"
Me:  "You sure do, Tater. Especially when you are being a good listener" (you can never remind about that too much, right?).  "Now, let's go upstairs and get dressed". 

I turned around to put my camera down, Coy ran out of the room to find his brother.  I made a split second decision to bring my camera with me.  I headed for the stairs, rounded the corner, and stumbled into this:

Me:  "Whatcha doing, Tate?"

Tate:  "Fillin' up Coy's bucket."