I remember it as if it were yesterday. I was 10 years old, and I'd gone to the grocery store with my mother. Not wanting to trail along through the store, I sat on a bench just inside the store's entrance and waited for her to complete her shopping.
I've noticed lately that Chloe has a tendency to take some of her things, put them in a box, wrap them in a blanket, and either hide them under her pillow, or tuck them all around her underneath the bed sheets. I come into her room to kiss her goodnight, and I see all these mysterious lumps under the covers!
I am a 41-year-old adult. I have a wife, a family, a career. I'm strong, confident and capable. While I don't hunt, I do engage in other manly activities such as watching sports, fixing things around the house and hogging the remote control.
Chloe was sitting in the living room one day, trying to put together a puzzle. I watched her as she'd pick up a piece, try to place it into the pieces she'd already put together and not be able to make it fit.
I keep a small bottle of mouthwash in my truck. One night, Cole was riding in the truck with me and decided to check out his surroundings. He looked at the newspaper I had sitting on the seat. He scrutinized a CD case. Then he reached over and picked up the bottle of mouthwash.
Cole and I were together the other day when out of the blue he said, "Don't get your attitude out. You can't be a big boy if you do." One of his teachers had probably said it at school and as a result, Cole learned an important life lesson: control your attitude.