Giving Thanks

In this house we spend a fair amount of time on gratitude. We thank the person who made (or acquired) supper, the people who do you favors, the person who picks you up from school or takes you on errands.


And sometimes there's a random thank you. Often from my secondborn.  
If you ask him what the thanks is for, he'll say, "Everything."

So I come up with things.
"For that whole giving birth thing, right?"
"For sharing my cheese?"
"For not killing you in your toddler years?"

He's fourteen. Some days I get a laugh, and others an eye roll.