A Road Less Travelled

I’ve heard than women are usually good at multi-tasking. Ha. I can when I have to, but it usually involves a lot of concentration. I prefer to finish one project before I go on to something else. This morning an egg broke on the bottom of the refrigerator while Theresa was cooking eggs. Samuel came back with the paper towels and wanted her to catch them and throw them back. She did. They played catch with the paper towels. My brain was telling me, “No, this doesn’t work. There’s too much going on for this. The eggs are cooking. There’s a broken egg in the refrigerator. Well it’s seems like there’s a lot going on…Hey, that actually looks like fun.” So we stood around and laughed at the paper towel roll that turned into a boomerang, that bounced off the walls, and flew over heads. Because twenty years from now Samuel won’t remember if there was egg residue in the refrigerator, or if his egg was a little crispy this particular morning. But he probably will remember playing catch with the paper towels in the kitchen.