Last night I lay down with John to get him to sleep. He talked a mile a minute and complained that he didn’t want to be in the dark. And then silence. His breath got deeper, but I kept laying there. It was a dangerous game for me…all previous motivation for Cleaning While The Kids Are In Bed was gone. And then:
John: What does jealous mean?
Me: Well, it’s when one person has something that another person wants. That person might feel jealous.
John: (after a thoughtful pause) Like if one person was on an elk hunt and another person wasn’t there. But they wanted to be. That would be jealous?
And there you go. My boy learning about the world, one hunting story at a time.