“Leo, your homework is on the floor.”
Leo tried. He lit the first candle and waited. Counted to ten in his head. The flame grew tall and calm. Then he lit the second. Then the third. He wanted to rush. His hands tingled. But his feet stayed planted. He reached, paused, breathed. By the time he lit the seventh candle, the first was still burning brightly. discipline4 boys
“Slowly,” Grandpa said. “One candle. Then the next. But you don’t get a new match until the previous candle is burning steady and true.” “Leo, your homework is on the floor
“Leo, the trash is overflowing,” she’d say. the trash is overflowing