The other night Anaya raced off to crawl in bed, only to come back howling. "I caught my finger in the door!"
I comforted her and directed her to Saralyn to get a Band-Aid while I put the boys to bed. I went in their room and started getting Seth's bed ready in the dark. Then I noticed that he was still over by the door. Silhouetted in the light coming through the door, I watched him poke his little index finger out, then carefully position it in the doorframe. Slowly he closed the door on it. At last there was contact. "Owie, Mommy," he announced. "I got my finger inna door! I need a Bann-Aid!"
We trooped out and explained to an amused Saralyn that Sethie, too, had miraculously managed to get his finger in the door. We chose a fishy Band-Aid and returned to settle him into bed.
"Sethie," I whispered as he snuggled in bed, "I know that you caught your finger in the door on purpose."
There was a pause before his barely audible response. "I wanted be like Anaya."