Lucas has only a couple daily chores. One of them is taking the recyclables out to the large bin on the driveway whenever he sees that a few have accumulated. Tonight, as my wife did her magical making dinner thing, he took two glass jars and headed for the door.
She and I froze at the sound of breaking glass. After a moment of frozen shock (I feel like I always react slowly in those moments), I bolted downstairs.
I got there as he was reaching for a large shard. I told him to step back, and he did so without argument. He said it was wet from rinsing it off, and it just slipped through his hands.
It didn't strike me until a few minutes later that he was so calm. He didn't cower, didn't rush into a panicked explanation. He didn't act like he expected to be hit or screamed at.
The road is bumpy, but we must be doing something right.
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