This morning, Dandy gets up and gets his backpack all assembled and puts it smack dab in front of the door we use to exit the house.
Me: What are you doing honey?
Dandy: I don't want to forget it again.
Me: Good thinking hon.
Dandy: Mom, if I forget it again, will you bring it?
Dandy: Cause you want me to learn to remember it?
I love it that he gets it: that learning to be responsible trumps getting bailed out.