"Logan, put that back!"It's a theme - nay, a mantra - in our home. As such, it came as no surprise when Logan led me by the hand to his bedroom this morning, and proudly showed me the half dozen candles carefully arranged on his desk. Though their conspicuous absence from the living room was not met with the overwhelming joy that had undoubtedly been expected, I was pleased with myself for not being instantly flushed with anger.
Many times, during the course of the previous evening, the mantra had been repeated, varying only in slight degrees. Over and over again it was echoed, like the sound of a drum keeping time to the rhythm of the decoration process. If Logan had been given his way, all of the holiday decorations would have made their way steadily down the hall and into his bedroom.
Still, I reminded myself, wasn't it far better to be greeted by the innocuous statement, "Look Dad, I have candles," than the decidedly more unpleasant, "Look Dad, my candles* are on fire"?Yes. Yes, it was.
- 8 October 2012
*desk, draperies, bedroom, microwave, cat, brothers.
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