Thank You

Thank you, Ethan, for being a wonderful boy today. Your father is away, and your behaviour has been exemplary.
You did not whine much, nor make too much noise while I was feeding your brother (Apart from towards the end of feeding, when from the room next door came some engine-like sounds made obviously by you, getting louder and more and more continuously. When later I asked you what noise you were making, you said you weren't making any noises, just drawing. When I asked you what you drew, you said you would show me later as we were having tea then. Later you showed me some drawing of people on a 'fast machine', according to you. I guess those were the noises you made while you drew.).
You understood that your father was not at home and you had to cooperate with me, and let me make some changes to the routine. You took your lunch and dinner well, without much fuss, and only complained for a short while that 'your eyes were tired'. You were tired and bored while I prepared the chicken for tomorrow's dinner, but in the end, you waited patiently for me to finish it so that we could do the card together. You willingly took your shower and brushed your teeth earlier. Then, although it was usual for you to settle into your cartoon-story book-bedtime routine, when I told you today we were early, you were content to play first.
Of course, you still got rough, got excited, when you brother touched the toys you were playing with and you still took the things he touched away from him because 'you wanted to play with them just at the same time'. But you had also made a train from the blocks for him to take them apart, and were quite willing to let him have the 'ducks' you made from the blocks after you were done with them. You kept your toys well. What's more amazing, you calmly let me bring your brother downstairs so that I could throw the rubbish, while you remained alone in the flat. Though it took but one minute, I had felt so anxious!
Although you did make me a little embarrassed in the late morning by asking, in your usual loud and clear voice, so that the electrician could have no chance of not hearing it, 'why is the man fat?' ('the man' being the electrician who came to repair our oven). But really, all things considered, these little misdeeds of yours today were nothing a guileless 3/4 year-old child could not be spared from making. And I am glad we sailed through the sea today, together, you and I, with your baby brother who is yet clueless. There is still tomorrow, but this day I must remember, for you.
And I guess I behaved pretty well today too.
I should have written this in a more ordered manner, spent more time to recall more details and edited the confusing sentences, but I feel I must publish this before tomorrow has a chance to unfold its challenges, and I have to go to bed now, I mean, right now, if I am to get enough rest. So there, here it is.