Good job with da knead, Mama

Max and I decided we should make bread again this morning. We went through the whole cycle of adding all of the ingredients together and watching it mix and knead, and then let the machine do the first rise. When the dough comes out of the machine, Max stands on the stool next to me and watches me do the 2nd knead on the counter. In the middle of the kneading, he pats me on the shoulder and says, "Good job with da knead, Mama." Thanks, Max.