A couple of years ago I got a kitchen timer for the kids’ bathroom. They were to set the timer for two minutes while brushing their teeth. It was supposed to put an end to the nightly tooth brushing debate. My theory was that I’d hear the timer go off and know that they brushed their teeth for at least 2 minutes. Hereby being a hero in the fight against the cavity creeps. Ok, and also eliminating one fight from our day.
The task changed to one of reminding them to set the timer. NEVERMIND! At some point, the bug started setting it in the morning. Not for the purpose for which it was purchased, oh no, that’s not how we rock it in the monkey house. He cranks the timer to the max. The first time he did it I was in my office working. He said his good byes and headed off to school. I thought I heard a ticking noise but was doing laundry and assumed it was the machine. When the timer went off I was scared out of my seat. Arms flailing, papers flying, heart palpitating. “you dirty rat!” I yelled loud enough for the bug to hear at his desk at school. I never said anything when he came home and neither did he.
He sets the timer most mornings. Now, as I’m bustling about the house and I hear the ticking, it makes me smile. When the buzzer goes off I find myself wondering if he’s in math or whatever thinking, “gotcha!”. It makes me smile because the bug is such a serious dude. I love that, though well hidden, he can be mischievous. I appreciate the subtlety of his humor. Mostly, I love the fact that almost everyday, an hour after he leaves the house, I am made to think of him.
My boy, my sweet, and sometimes silly boy.