I was in the midst of conference call this week, in my home office with headset on, when my 5-year old opened the door. Immediately recognizing the situation for what it was, he asked permission in a whisper to watch some TV show, which was duly granted with a head nod and silent gesture.
I heard little footsteps get about halfway down the stairs, then reverse field. Glancing over at the door, I see it slowly open, and a sweet-faced little boy comes back in with arms outstretched to give a hug and (quiet) kiss. Then, with a serious look, he quietly retreats back to the door, finger held to his lips in a self-directed call to silence, and slowly closes it.
I don’t know how long I’ll remember the substance of that particular phone call. But I’ll certainly remember that wonderful interruption for quite some time!
