me: duke! come downstairs and grab this stuff and put it away!!!
me to the lortr: you always think it will be years away that your precious baby starts carrying around an altoids tin
lotr: no doubt, with a knife that from far away looks suspiciously like a lighter
i feel old and jaded.
or maybe i just miss my youth. and the good old days when you didn't have to worry that the altoids tin and lighter might belong to your kid.
though, for the record, i never carried an altoids tin or a lighter.
and for the record, the duke has that altoids tin full of altoids until they are gone. then he's going to use the tin to make a pocket flashlight that he read about.
though i joke about it now, in a few short years little signs and clues would be just that. signs and clues that it isn't time to joke.
and i am under no illusion that any kid is immune to the temptations of the world and the tide of their friends choices.
the trick, at least i think it still is, is to keep an open mind and an open heart and an open ear.
listen first, lecture last.
that's my plan and i'm stickin' to it.