How did I get such a sweet kid?

Last Sunday I woke up to find sitting on my bed a plate with two pieces of cornbread on it. Each piece was cut open and peanut butter was carefully smoothed inside. Calvin was just returning to my room with the note he had just written to leave with the plate. When I asked him what it was all for, he explained, "I wanted to bring you breakfast in bed for offering to make a slingshot with me this morning."
(The night before he has asked me to make him a sling shot while he was sleeping and I told him that we could make one together in the morning.)

I almost cried.