Article September 1, 1980 Issue

Dump trucks, decisions, and prayer

DARREN NELSON

The red dump truck lay on its side in the center of the kitchen. Since Willy was about to go out, his mother asked him (nicely) to put the truck away in the playroom. Willy said (not very nicely), "No, I don't want to."

My friend, Sarah, didn't react to his challenge. We continued our conversation. In a few minutes Willy dropped to his knees, revved up his engine sounds, and drove the truck across the kitchen into the playroom. "I'm going out now," he said and went through the back door.

I laughed. "I remember how frustrated I felt when our kids were little and tried to get attention in feisty ways."

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