I often write about Lennon’s good points. After all it is his strengths that I want to encourage, but strength comes in many forms. Including taking calculated risks.
Playing in the bathroom lavatory is one of the things he loves to do, running the water, “washing” the four marble eggs that are in an abalone shell by the window, floating a large green turtle over, under and around the eggs.
Yesterday I heard him call out, “I need something to wash the eggs with. Something to spin the water around.” It seemed like a pretty innocent request, yet something about it set off warning bells and, instead of just calling out go ahead, I ducked in to see what he was doing.
There he stood, an egg in each hand, smiling like a little angel. “Can I use your toothbrush?”
That was it! Spinning must have been the word that triggered my defensive action. I’m picky about my toothbrush and I certainly do not want someone “washing” dusty marble eggs with it, or scrubbing the sink, or cleaning the mirror, or any of several other things I could imagine him doing once it was within his grasp. I called out, “No,” and he immediately replied, “Okay.”
He is such a good little guy, but I had another one of those little twinges as I spun around to leave the bathroom, so I continued that twirl a full 360 and swooped in to grab my toothbrush and place it on top of the bathroom mirror.
Any doubts I had about the necessity for this died when I saw his face drop and heard his little resigned, “ohhhhhh, darn.”
The imp was going to use it anyway. I know he was!
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