“Light them,” Grandpa said. “All seven. Fast as you can.”
“One minute, twelve seconds,” Grandpa Joe said. “Fast. But look.” discipline4 boys
That night, Leo didn’t throw his backpack on the floor. He hung it on the hook. He took out the trash without being asked. His hands still moved fast—he couldn’t change that. But now, before they grabbed, snatched, or flicked, a small voice in his head asked: Is this steady, or just fast? “Light them,” Grandpa said
His mother had a different word for it: chaos. before they grabbed