Today, I happened to be making supper while Isaiah was eating yogurt at the kitchen table. I was peeling potatoes and listening to my iPod without a care in the world when I heard a voice behind me.
“Ya-Ya,” It said calmly, “Look at this.”
I turned to see my darling little brother spreading his strawberry yogurt around, with a carefully controlled circular motion, no less, on the table. Already the mess covered about two square feet – believe me, I’m not exaggerating.
“What on earth are you doing, Isaiah?”
He replied matter-of-factly, the look on his face clearly showing how obvious he thought it: “But Ya-Ya, I’m just making a big mess over here.”
I could see that quite plainly. “Isaiah, go to the bathroom and wash your hands. Then you are going to clean all of that up.”
He looked at me, his face slightly puzzled, his eyes wide: “But Ya-Ya…YOU are gonna clean it up!”
We soon set that little point straight.