I remember I would instantly behave upon realizing my mother looking daggers at me. My boys, however, are smarter than their mom. They would avoid their mother’s fierce stare as they continue their naughty acts. But as soon as they know I mean no joke, they would come to their senses and behave. Such is the story of the lion and the boar which my 20-month-old son seemed not to appreciate that much. He didn’t giggle or smile as he used to. But still, the lesson is worth sharing.
Last April 26 was Firstborn’s School Recognition Day. He placed second honors. I attended the recognition together with my three other boys. Sadly, my other son should have been part of the program as well but was stripped of all his privileges when he allegedly bullied a classmate. My grade 7 boy received Needs Improvement grade in Conduct which meant he is no longer eligible for any honors. He should have placed third given his consistent impressive academic grades.
Anyway, as we were walking toward the school auditorium, Second Son
The classmate who was full of confidence that moment suddenly backed out and shied away.
This morning, I read to my 20-month-old son the story of the Borrowed Feathers. Very timely that I could relate the story of the bird to that of the proud classmate.
For today’s story, I read to my 20-month-old son the story of The Goat and the Goatherd. After reading the Aesop’s Fable, I made this entry straight away. A similar incident happened two days ago which my boys need to understand and learn something from.
The Goat and the Goatherd
A Goat strayed away from the flock, tempted by a patch of clover. The Goatherd tried to call it back but in vain. It would not obey him. Then he picked up a stone and threw it, breaking the Goat’s horn.
The Goatherd was frightened.
“Do not tell the master,” he begged the Goat.
“No,” said the Goat, “that broken horn can speak for itself!”
The Car and the Firstborn
My 18-month old son must have missed our story telling session. For a week, we have been camping instead in our living room. Husband set up the boys’ old Spongebob tent for our little man. And for a week now, the tent has been in our living room as our baby prefers to play, sleep, and even eat inside.
Anyway, this morning, we read the story of The Dog and His Reflection. Let me share with you the story.