I hurt my back a few days ago, an occasionally recurrent problem, and had to spend a couple of uncomfortable and boring days resting it in bed. After it had been explained to him that Daddy had a sore back, Little Case, who’s three and a half, declared stoutly that he would “take care of me”. He went by himself out into the garden armed with his orange safety scissors, industriously pruned as many flowers as he could gather, stuck them carefully in a dozen or so empty beer bottles he’d reclaimed from the recyling bin, and arranged them in a neat row next to my bed. He then announced that I would feel better tomorrow, and I got a kiss and a cuddle - because he had been told that he couldn’t clamber on me, he very carefully hugged my leg and then kissed me on the knee. My back’s feeling better now, the floral arrangements are a little wilted, but I don’t have the heart to take them away. This is why I love my son.
Clearly, he has been raised surrounded by compassion, empathy and love. Sweets acts like that don’t happen by accident. Way to go mom and dad!
Awwww! I think it’s especially nice that he wanted his daddy to be surrounded by the things daddy loves best. Hence the beer bottles. 
Seriously though Case Sensitive, the little fella sounds like a class act.