Two quick stories from when Daddy alone was in charge of
Matthew on Saturday afternoon.
One
There was a little paint brush that was left on the dining
room table from when Matthew and my wife were doing some water based painting
on a white page. A page with orange
brush strokes lay near it. We walked by
it.
Matthew: Daddy, can we paint?
Daddy: No, I don’t know how.
Matthew: Don’t worry daddy.
When you get big you’ll learn.
You’ll do it.
Two
On the kitchen counter was a bag with some little chocolate bunny
rabbits for Easter. Matthew pointed to
them and asked for one. I said alright. I took one out for each of us. Actually I took a couple more for myself when
he wasn’t looking. He came back and asked for more. I gave him another. He wanted even more. I said that was enough, and he scampered off
understanding. Then I took a couple of
more for myself.
Then we spent some time on the computer. He loves the little nursery rhyme videos on
Youtube. He’s gotten the hang of
clicking them on too. I got a little
bored after a half hour and opened up a video with a set of nursery rhymes that
would last over a half hour. I went to
sit and then lie down on the couch. I
fell asleep. In my sleep state I could
sense Matthew had walked away from the computer and was walking around the
house. He went up and down the stairs
and by me a couple of times. When I woke
up an hour later I didn’t see him around.
He came down from upstairs and asked if he still wanted to look at
Youtube. No he didn’t. And I put on the TV for him.
My wife shortly thereafter came home. She walked into the kitchen and burst out, “Who ate the chocolate bunnies?” Uh oh, I thought, she found out. It was only a couple I thought. I walked into the kitchen and there was a step stool by the counter and the bag opened and the aluminum wraps on the counter. I didn’t do that.
“Yes. I did mom," he said turning to his mother.
Sheepishly I said, “I guess I wasn’t in the kitchen.”
