A few weeks ago, while I was busy cooking and Brett was busy on his computer, our little boy snuck into my sewing room. The consequence of our busywork? This:
(I pinned the cuts open to show the injuries in all their gruesome detail.)
When you have a little one in your house, you develop a sixth sense for possible trouble, danger, disasters, and catastrophes. You know this special sense has kicked in when you suddenly stop and think
it's just a little too quiet for something good to be going on.
As soon as I heard the too-too-quiet quiet, I went to check on Jack. As I walked into my sewing room, Jack's eyes met mine. Maintaining a serious stare, he quickly walked to the side of the sewing room opposite the quilt, which was neatly folded over a chair. My sharpest pair of scissors lay on the floor. Four short thoughts smacked together inside my head. They looked like this:
Quilt + Scissors + Jack = NO NO NO!
"Oh man, oh man, Jacky, what did you DO?" I asked, almost whispering. I sat on the floor, took the wounded quilt in my lap, and ran my fingers over each slash.
Jack still wore his serious stare. "I cut your quilt. Sorry, mom." He knew he had done wrong.
I said nothing for a few moments. Then I realized I was holding my breath. I breathed out a big sigh, one of sadness and defeat. There was nothing else to be done. "Never again. Never again, Jack," I said.
"I won't mom. I won't."
That was the end of our conversation. (Reminder to self--pat self on back for keeping cool.)
The cuts Jack made are quite tidy. He's been using children's paper scissors since he was around two years old, and he's very deft. I'll give him that. It's WHAT to cut where I obviously need to provide a little more instruction.
Since then, I've been instigating a quick conversation between Jack and me about that day, during relaxed moments. I'm repeating it about every three days. Goes like this:
Me: "Jack, I still can't believe you cut my quilt."
Jack: "Yeah. I cut your quilt. Sorry, mom."
I'm not sure when I'll stop starting that conversation. But Jack's part of the chat is always the same. Polite and apologetic. Thanks, Jacky. That helps.