Yesterday, as we do regularly, my son and I cleaned his room. You know the drill:- clean,
- mess,
- more mess,
- so much mess that it's hard for an adult to walk,
- so much mess that it's hard for a child to walk,
- so much mess that the child cannot walk without tripping,
- repeat.
This morning, he and his Dada were in his room while I was working in the living room and simultaneously enjoying the sounds of their glee. My son then ran out to me and this little interaction took place:
Jack: Mama, I kind of messed up my room. Is that OK?
Me: Are you having fun?
Jack: Ya.
Me: Then it's OK.
Jack: And when it's super-messy, is that OK?
Me: We'll clean it again. It's OK.
Jack: Sanks.
And he ran back to play further.
It's just stuff.
Folks, it's just stuff. Relax, enjoy, rinse, and repeat.
