Like Juan, I too was reminded (by T) of what it means to be a good foster parent.
T, Lucas and I are on our way to day care this morning and T is in the back, pulling on the door handle. I knew the child safety lock was set, but I didn’t want T to get in the habit of screwing around with the door.
The conversation went something like this:
Me: T, please don’t open the door when the car is moving. We should only open the door when we are stopped and ready to get out.
Me: Because it’s not safe to open the door when we are moving.
T: What will happen, Daddy?
Me: Well, why don’t YOU tell ME what might happen.
T: I will fall out and bump my head.
Me: That’s right. And it would hurt.
T: And then you would get out and save me, Daddy. And then I would be happy. Will you be happy, Daddy?
Me: Yes, T. Saving you would make me very happy.
T: (no words. just a big grin)