A treasure to a little boy,
does not consist of money, gems, or jewelery.
He will find far greater pleasure
in the wonder of a rock,
pebble, stick or beetle.
~ unknown author
My voice became yipping — a yipping, yelping, barking dog. Come On! Let’s Go! This Way! I actually heard myself! (sound like a dog) And the dog metaphor reminded me of that Gary Larson cartoon comparing what we say to dogs and what they hear. “blah, blah, blah, Ginger, blah, blah, blah.”
Oh! I realized that, really, what Gavin was hearing was my tone. And my tone was tincture of fretful mixed with essence of impatience. Further, he was tired. What was required was a recalibration of my attitude. Slow down. Change the pace. Enjoy being together. Stop and smell the deer droppings.