“Leo, your homework is on the floor.”
Leo stared at the row of steady flames. “So being fast is worse?” discipline4 boys
His mother had a different word for it: chaos. “Leo, your homework is on the floor
That night, Leo didn’t throw his backpack on the floor. He hung it on the hook. He took out the trash without being asked. His hands still moved fast—he couldn’t change that. But now, before they grabbed, snatched, or flicked, a small voice in his head asked: Is this steady, or just fast? He hung it on the hook
The problem wasn’t that Leo was bad. He wasn’t. The problem was that Leo did whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. And for a boy with fast hands and a faster mind, that meant a life of good intentions buried under a landslide of distractions.
“Three minutes, forty seconds,” Grandpa said. “Slow. But every candle stands.”