Shoebox Memory on a Post-It
So my son licked a bar of soap. I know, kids do weird things, it’s to be expected I suppose. He immediately began rubbing his tongue on his shirt and proceeded to lap up water from the faucet like you would from a garden hose.
His younger brother, who by the way has never licked soap, asked him why on earth he would ever want to do such a strange thing.
His reply, which he seemed to think should be sufficient to leave any lingering curiosities quelled was this –
“I had questions, I needed answers.”
I see. Carry on. The boy needed answers.
Oh, did I mention he is 16? Yeah . . . There’s that.
He is now 22 . . . Yesterday he placed his hand on the ceramic burner to see if it was hot. Again. I guarantee it will not be the last time he does so.