pause

Dylan,

I showed you where the 'pause' button is on the DVD remote. I did it to keep you from peeing in your clothes while watching a Thomas the Tank Engine or Bob the Builder video. Now you'll gladly put that video on hold and run to the bathroom.

Not long after, you adapted the action to apply to other contexts. Recognizing the need for a potty break while you and I were playing trains -- and not wanting to miss out on any of the fun -- you stood up, your arm outstretched and pointed my way. With a motion not unlike zipping a tent closed, and an accompanying "whoozj" sound, you paused me.

I froze.

You reversed the process upon your return, thankfully, with an upward motion and sound effect. Now you make a regular practice of this with Mom and I.


Dad