Christopher came upstairs to help me get ready for church yesterday, and told the kids that they needed to stay downstairs. After only a few short moments Leah was heard sniffling her way into our bedroom.
What's the matter Leah? You are supposed to be downstairs.
I have a boo-boo that hurts on my finger.
Oh, okay. Let me kiss it. There, now you need to go back downstairs.
She obeyed, and trotted off. In the meantime Caleb recognized that she was getting to come upstairs, and was soon coming up himself. He passed Leah during her descent. When Caleb came into our bedroom only seconds later he triumphantly announced that he was there to help!
Can I help, Daddy?
Son, I told you what to do to help. I told you to stay downstairs until Mama and I came to get you. That's what would help.
But Leah said I could come upstairs.
Leah told you that you could come upstairs?
Leah said, Daddy said you could come upstairs?
Well, she potentially said that.