My son has posted hours outside his bedroom door.

Although I’m fairly sure these correlate to the game of library that all three kids were playing earlier today, I can’t help but let my imagination get the best of me. Perhaps these hours could be the time he spends alone in his room, entertaining himself? Perhaps they could refer to time spent getting along (continuously) with his siblings. Perhaps these spans of time could be ones that the two of us could spend together, with no attitude (him) or impatience (me).

Upon closer consideration, of course, none of these thoughts of mine quite fits the hours noted. Only four days of the week are accounted for. And no one in the world should be expected to spend 10 straight hours twice each week under any of my suggested circumstances.

And so I just chuckle, take a photo and once again enjoy the creativity of my son while allowing it to spark my own.

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Originally posted in April 2011