To illustrate...

Just wanted to share a small story as to why I call Mr. Perfect...Mr. Perfect.

The other day we had pizza. (Okay not so extraordinary.) But the next day there were only two pieces left. One of the older boys came and got a piece and that left one. Mr. Perfect got it out and was just about to take a bite when a little brother came and asked for some, and seconds after him another little brother. So even after being prompted to "Just go eat the piece." he got out a knife and cut it into three parts to share with his little brothers. Once they all had their share he was once again just about to bite into the pizza when... another little brother came in asking for some pizza. YES, once again he took the knife and the tiny little piece in his hand was split in half so he could share with his little brother.

Oh Perfect! If only more people in the world were like you.