Much of our lives is spent helping our four-year-old keep focused. When we ask him to do even the smallest job--like picking up those goddamn game pieces that I keep walking on and flattening late at night--he won't finish without being herded like a goat. An obstinate, omnivorous goat.
There is some evidence, though, that the goat is learning.
Last night I was presiding over Robert's bath when I announced he had five more minutes of play time before I'd come back to wash his hair. So I wandered over to the computer, followed a little wormhole of clickthroughs, and got completely distracted. Until a voice came from the tub: "C'mon, Dad! Stay on task!"
