While we were relaxing at Grandma and Grandpa's house, our little boys played with a box of toys in the living room. Son #1 sorted out the jet airplanes and began an intricate game of fighter jet attacks around the coffee table. Son #2 methodically pulled out a wooden train track set and held up a piece of the track in his hand. "Help me?" He asked.
I leaned over in the chair and reached for the pieces. "O.K." I said happily. "I'll help." Then, I knelt on the floor and spread out the tracks. Son #2 handed the pieces to me as I put the train track together in a figure eight shape. When the last track was connected to the group, we cheered with delight. "Yay! We did it!" Then, I asked. "Where's Thomas the Train?"
Son #2 searched through the engines until he found his favorite train. Then, he shouted. "Here it is!" Quickly, we placed the train on the track and proceeded to play a fun game of trains in Sodor. Son #2 immediately became engrossed in the game. Eventually, he pushed my hands away. "No Mama. I do it." He said firmly.
I retired to the chair once more and settled in to watch a show with my husband. Both of the boys continued to play their games on the floor. Thirty minutes passed. The games had not ceased. An hour passed. Finally, Son #2 grew tired of playing with the trains and went to explore the kitchen. He looked under the table and at the magnets on the refrigerator. He played with a towel on the oven door handle. Then, he began to open cabinet doors. My husband glanced into the kitchen and said. "Son, close the cabinet doors."
"O.K." Son #2 replied. However, he continued to open and close one particular cabinet door. As the door would close, our little son would give it an extra shove just to hear it make a noise. I popped my head around the corner and said. "Son, you heard your daddy. Leave the cabinet door alone."
"O.K." Son #2 replied. Still, he did not stop. The little rascal continued to slam the cabinet door. My husband wrinkled his face irritably and then asked loudly. "Son, what are you doing in there?"
Son #2 cheerfully replied. "Daddy, I'm banging!"