One afternoon not so long ago, my youngest son (then six years old) had been asked by my wife to tidy up some of his playthings. Noting that he was having some difficulty in breaking the cleanup project into manageable parts, his mother suggested stacking some toys in one corner, putting his collection of some other toys into their respective containers, as well as hanging recently washed clothes in the closet. After she had listed off these things, he apparently assumed that he was to do them all simultaneously and exclaimed with full sincerity, “Mom, how do you expect me to do that? I’m not Rubber Band Man, you know!”
I’m sure that Diane inwardly laughed at his innocent astonishment at what seemed to him to be an overwhelming barrage of responsibilities, but once he understood what it was that she was truly asking, he was greatly relieved and immediately began to comply, one project at a time.
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