Last night, Jacob asked me if he could go get some tape and scissors. I said, “OK”, because every father wants their kid to do something constructive with their lives. (Bad joke, yes.)
Jacob then hung a sign on his door: “please don’t come in here”.
After a while, he asked me how to spell quiet. I told him, and he went back into his room.
Later, he reappears and thanks me for my help with his bus project. “Bus project?” I ask.
“If we don’t give Mr. Donovan (the bus driver) at least one day of quiet, he’s going to talk to all of our parents.”
“So what are you doing about it?”
Quoth the prophet: “This sign will be very helpful, and I am making several more.”