Trip hazard

"Mama, we need to do something about that phone cord. It is a real trip hazard."

It was the middle of the night and I was asleep in bed. It took me a while to grasp what was happening. Isaac was standing next to me, repeating this message insistently yet politely.

Every night for the past nine or ten months, Isaac has come into his parents' bedroom, often sometime after 3:00 a.m. when we are sleeping soundly. He usually climbs into our bed without comment and falls back asleep immediately, so about half the time I don't even wake up. But a few nights ago when entering the bedroom he stumbled over a loose phone cord that crosses in front of the door, and I guess he felt he needed to address the safety issue immediately.

This says something about his personality.

When I finally woke up enough to understand what he was saying, I told him we were absolutely not going to do anything about the phone cord at the moment, but we would fix it in the morning.

But in the morning he seemed to have forgotten the topic, and I sure haven't reminded him. I guess that says something about my personality.