Last week the four of us went out for dinner. As we were leaving, Noah yanked his hand out of mine and bolted toward the busy parking lot. I grabbed his wrist just in time, and then proceeded to lecture him with the, "How many times have I told you..." kind of things. Of course I'm grateful that nothing happened, but I still felt frustrated and angry. Since that adrenaline was pumping I had Mark take things over. He asked Noah why he did that, and Noah said it was because he saw a piece of candy in the parking lot. So, Mark went on to explain why we can't run out into a parking lot or street, how especially at night cars can't see someone little like him, what would happen if a car hit him, etc. etc. etc. Finally, to be sure that Noah had understood their little conversation, Mark asked Noah, "So, Noah - why was it that mom got angry?" There was a long, thoughtful pause and then Noah responded with full sincerity, "Because she didn't see the candy".
Aaaah, the perspective & priorities of a three year old.