conscience

this afternoon, while we were at work today, my son roque, called my husband gary on his mobile.

roque: dad, there was an accident.
dad: why? what is it? what happened?
roque: uh... um... i accidentally broke something.
dad: what was it?
roque: it's this thing-with-a-hand.
dad: what thing? how?

roque: i was jumping on lolo's bed. and i accidentally stepped on it. i accidentally broke it.

after describing what that thing-with-a-hand was, gary finally understood that it was lolo's wooden back-scratcher.

roque: it was an accident, dad. i accidentally stepped on it.

dad: that's ok. but that's lolo's so you have to tell him about it and say sorry to him, ok?

roque: ok... but can you be with me later when i tell him?
dad: sure.

so gary came home and roque showed him the fractured back-scratcher. together, they waited for lolo to get out of the shower. when he did, roque attempted to hand over the painful evidence to gary, quietly hoping gary would help him out on this. but gary told him he had to do it himself.

roque: lolo... uh... um... i accidentally broke this.
lolo: what's that?
roque: it's your back-scratcher.
lolo: oh, how did it get broken?

roque: i was jumping on your bed and i accidentally stepped on it. i'm sorry, it was an accident.

lolo: ah, that's ok.

roque smiled quite relieved. gary was happy and proud of his brave little boy.