This morning Henry came into the bedroom and asked what I was doing.
"Making mommy and daddy's bed."
"Yes, I like to have a nice tidy bed to get into at night. It feels good."
"Yeah, it does. I can make my bed!"
So he scampers off to make his bed. About 2 minutes later he calls for me to come see that he made his bed too:
Yeah, not so great, but darn it, he was very proud of it.
Hopefully he'll have the same enthusiasm about making the bed tomorrow, and when he's 13. =)