The Therapy Sessions
Saturday, December 11, 2004
A new terror
There once was a time when my sons played noisily: yells, cries, cymbals crashing, toys thundering to the ground....
Many times I had wished that they would just play quietly.
This morning my older son went down the basement to play. It was quiet.
Kids aren't quiet. Something was wrong...was he spraying bugspray in his eyes?!... Drinking the laundry detergent?!... Playing in the freezer?..What the hell is going on down there?
"Sean! What are you doing?"
I got up and went down to see. And he was. He was just playing with his toy tool set.
Back at my computer, I started wondering.
It's too quiet...Well I wonder what's he doing NOW?