Don’t touch

Yesterday we had the pleasure of having my wife home for dinner. I was able to play outside with two of our kids and she was inside with the other two making dinner. It was a nice change of pace for me and I really enjoyed getting to play some soccer with our oldest. Once we finally came inside and washed up for dinner I overheard my second oldest son, who stayed inside to help with dinner, call out to my oldest.

“Hey guess what? When mommy told me not to touch the pot, guess what I did?”

My oldest, with all sincerity replied:

“What?”

Then with the most matter-of-fact tone, he casually answered:

“Burned myself.”

This answer came as absolutely no surprise to me. If you know my son, you know he is a character who doesn’t always follow directions and dances to his own beat. He is the source of so much laughter and joy as well as so much frustration.

As we were wrapping up a typical dinner he turned to my wife, who was sitting next to him, and proceeded to take his fist and knock on the side of his head. He then said:

“Why is this so hard?”

Ha! That’s a great question! I ask myself the same thing several times a week.

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6 thoughts on “Don’t touch”

    1. The chorus of people telling me to write a book is growing at a rapid pace 🙂
      It took 3 years of people telling me to start a blog before that happened…
      Baby steps, baby steps 🙂

      Happy New Year to you & your family as well!!

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