I haven't figured this out yet . . .
I love that my kids bring stuff up to me for inspection. I could just sit in a room, and one of them walks up with a toy or book or anything, really, and they present it to me. Not an offering. Not a request to play with them. They just show it and when they decide I’ve had a long enough look at it, they go about their business.
I think I tried to pat G on the back once for showing me a toy and he just walked away from me. I felt like a fool. The kids seem kind of indifferent about the whole thing.
Whatever their attitude, I love that they do it, even if I don’t know how to react.