I woke up this morning thinking about impulse control.
My husband and I battle daily with our son's developing frontal lobe and the likelihood that he'll dart into traffic or set our house on fire. One day he'll be thirty and lack the desire to write on the walls, or swing on the refrigerator handle. Hopefully.
Now our daughter is a full blown wad of impulsive toddler. Her little brain is changing direction so quickly that she will literally walk into the wall. If you pay attention closely I swear you can watch her wheels turning. Of course it's a good idea to dump out the dog water. Sure that half of a strawberry in the trash is delicious. It's hilarious.
My husband is no stranger to impulse either. If he or anyone else were to question this, I'd present:
Exhibit A: the 55" flat screen TV
Exhibit B: a very fine set of impala horns
Exhibit C: the partially decomposed snapping turtle at the top of the driveway.
Oh yeah, and all of this in the last 6 months!
Of course, maybe lack of control is contagious. In the last 6 weeks I've managed to acquire a job, a puppy, a college schedule, and bangs.
It's going to be a long strange summer.
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