It’s certainly no surprise to me that my boys have selective senses. As I write, I am being entertained by a recorder and guitar – both being played at top speed and pitch. So I am certain they cannot hear. Neither can they see toys that could cause the most agile to stumble and fall.
In retrospect, I should have known that when two senses are lost, a third might be heightened. But I didn’t and it cost me. Dearly.
I love chocolate peanut butter cups. David bought a pack for me last week, and I had them securely hidden in the bottom of my purse. Until last night. With the radio blaring and in the pitch darkness of the van, I retrieved them, thinking that with just Seth and I, I wouldn’t need to share…until I heard a small voice from the back call out sweetly, “Mommy, can I have one, please?”
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Mary Ellen, Our dog is a Cairn terrier. She has been a great dog for our family. She is small but very hardy.
Kayla, you are so right! No secrets!
Junia, Yes, I do love peanut butter cups and so does Samuel--keep that in mind when Samuel marries Jericka. :-)