Still teaching them NOT TO RUN IN THE HOUSE

From the time my boys learned to walk, I learned to yell, "DON'T RUN IN THE HOUSE". When are they going to learn? It's been 18 years. Taught the Improviser that lesson again the other day. Saturday night, I had to house to myself. Good time to scrub and wax the kitchen floor. And I didn't give it another thought until the next evening when Improviser was running from the dog. With the first step into the kitchen in those socks, he slid all the way across the room. WHAM! He busted his butt, big time. And I the proud Mom, got to say, "SEE, THAT'S WHY YOU DON'T RUN IN THE HOUSE!" Sure made waxing the floor worth it.