Luke was crazy-naughty at the dinner table tonight, eschewing all manners, refusing all food, pouring all water, kicking all legs ~ get the picture? We yelled, cajoled, and babied, all to no avail, so we sent him upstairs. Banished from polite society, I believe I said. Hmmm.
As soon as I was finished, I tiptoed up and discovered him hunched over on his bed, crying softly. When I suggested a bubble bath, he turned his teary face toward me and whispered, Just me? No one else? And will you stay in there with me? So here I am, sitting on the you-know-what, scribbling in a spiral notebook (updated to this blog later). He's even pulled the curtain over, creating a watery cave, enjoying the warm solitude. I'm close, though, at his request, and I listen to my boy's gentle bath-toy play behind a vinyl American flag shower curtain.
No need to discover what was wrong at dinner. He's calm and cozy, content and clean. I plan to brush his teeth, read him a story, and tuck him in to an earlier bedtime. Tomorrow's a new day. For all of us.
Thanks be to God,