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Love when you learn a little something from a child and, in my house, that happens fairly regularly.  Yesterday I warned Logan that there was a patch of ice at the end of the steps and to wait for me to help him.  As I was closing the door, he went ahead and I turned around just in time to see his butt hit the ground.  As I rushed to help him, he said he was okay and that he should have listened to me.  Then he added that he guesses that his head didn't understand me very well and that's why he went. 

 That struck a chord with me and made me think about all of the times I've said to him and his brother, Why don't you listen???  Maybe, their still-forming, still-learning brains didn't understand exactly what I was saying or didn't understand the danger that lies ahead.  I expect them to listen because I spoke and I know better.  But, they don't know that I always do know better.  Why should they?  They haven't lived that long.  (Please don't tell them that I really DON'T know everything!  Why ruin it?) :) 

 Yes, children must be taught to listen and decipher right from wrong.  We have a nation of spoiled brats right now that prove this.  But, you can be assured that the next time I'm trying to get my point across, I'm going to work harder at helping them understand me and do less of the, "See?  I told you so."  Maybe I need to put myself in THEIR position more often and not expect them to put themselves in MY position all the time.  

I love these guys!  Never a dull or unteachable moment! :)

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