Last evening, I had the important responsibility of teaching Will an important lesson regarding stealing. Two weeks ago, we discovered following a grocery shopping trip that Will had stolen two items from two different stores. So, I took him to the two stores to return the items and to apologize to the managers or cashiers. He said he was sorry at both places and explained he’d stolen the items. He was truly sorry over it and almost ready to cry. We are hoping this left a life-time impression on him.
Yesterday, I was trying to mop. Will and Drew wanted to help so I gave them rags and told them to mop the stairs. They went to ring out their rags, and I went to check on them. I found the boys wiping down the hutch with a very wet rag. I quickly gave them a dry rag and told them to dry it off, explaining that they would ruin the finish. I checked on them again to find the dry rag now sopping wet and once again a very wet hutch. At this point, I headed them into the family room and finished the project without my “help.”
Will came inside from playing outside and had tears rolling down his cheeks. I asked him what was wrong. He said, “I am dying.” I said, “Why do you say that?” He said, “Because I am getting old.”
Today, Jonathan asked Will if he wanted Doritoes. Will said, “No, I don’t want a dirty nose.”