Most mornings at our house find children with jobs to do and rooms to clean. On this particular morning, as Chance was heading back to his bedroom, I asked him to please take the matchbox car that was on the floor in the living room and put it away in his room.
To make sure that Chance heard me, I repeated my request and he even looked at me and nodded.
Half an hour later, while passing through the living room, I noticed that the matchbox car was still laying exactly as it had been all morning so I called out to Chance to come see me.
"Chance, I asked you to put this car away half an hour ago. Someone is going to step on it and get hurt."
With great conviction, Chance explained that I had NOT told him to pick up the car and take it back to his room.
I assured him that I had indeed asked him to put the car away.
Then Chance, with his head bent and his voice full of exasperation asked, "Why did I not hear you then?! "
Where to start with this question. It obviously did not occur to Chance that he would not have heard me. The problem was mine. I wanted to laugh, but Chance was so earnest and serious.
Honestly, I think that this moment had less to do with Chance's hearing loss than his being a typical 9 year old boy who gets distracted as his mother is talking to him sometimes.
Apparently, for future record though, if Chance does not hear me, it is my doing. Not his :)
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