There are moments in my life when I truly wonder where I am -- the feeling of falling down a Rabbit hole is remarkably strong. Yesterday had one such moment:
I was sitting on my bed, reading aloud from 'The Lost Hero' (the second time we have done this). Xander was snuggled up on one side, Jason on the other. All of a sudden, Jason pops up and heads into my bathroom, 'Keep reading, Mom. I can still hear.' So, obediently, I keep reading. He then comes out (and I know that he has not washed his hands!), heading for the hall. "Jason!' I call, 'Your hands?' 'I still need 'em, Mom' Huh? A few moments pass and he comes back in, carrying the toilet brush. Into my bathroom and there is a sound of scrubbing. He reappears, sans brush, and heads towards the hall again. 'JASON! YOUR HANDS!' 'Still working, mom.' He reappears with a handful of Clorox wipes in his hands and reenters the bathroom. I see him sit down on the floor next to the toilet. It is too much for me. I ask 'What are you doing?' 'Cleaning' he replies, 'Please keep reading.' For lack of any other ideas, I do 'keep reading'. When he finally leaves the bathroom, I ask 'Hands?' He replies 'Yes, I washed them and then I used hand sanitizer.' I am too cowardly to ask 'where' and go with the safer tack in assuming that he meant 'on my hands.'
All of a sudden, Xander begins to cry. I am not a little startled and ask 'Xander? What is wrong?' He says, huge tears rolling down his cheeks, 'Jason did a job I wanted to do! I want a job.' I blink and allow as how I am sure I can find him a job. Big brown eyes open wide and he asks, hope brimming in his voice, 'Can I do ALL the dishes?' YIKES! We have a sprayer attachment on the sink faucet. The last time he 'washed' dishes, the whole kitchen was washed away in the flood...
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