Lights Off
The older two boys are notorious for leaving lights on all over the house. With Tad, it’s a combination of forgetfulness and his very real dislike of the dark. With Rerun – he’s five-going-on-six, and I have more hope of correcting him.
I walked into the boys’ room to find the light on – again. And this time, the door had been closed, so I couldn’t see the light from the hallway.
“Why are the lights on in here?” I asked the ceiling, rhetorically.
Rerun, who had followed me into the room, replied, “Oh, I didn’t turn them off.”
“And you closed the door?”
“Yep.”
So much for trying to correct him. “When you leave a room, you need to remember to turn the lights off!” I reminded him again.
“Okay,” Rerun replied. Then he walked out of the room, turned the lights off on his way out, and shut the door.
“I’M STILL IN HERE,” I said loudly in a dark room.
Rerun opened the door. “Oops.”
I should have seen that coming.