Rick and I are not the best at answering the phone or the door. Rick says that if you answer, most likely you will have an extra job to do.:) Thank goodness for caller I.D. We are pretty much home bodies now after decades of living the swinging singles and fancy free scene.
Not Noah though. He is a shaker and a mover "what can I do now" kind of guy. He loves people and everbody is his friend. Not too long ago, Noah went to get the door upon hearing the bell. His father pulled him aside and rather sternly told him he was not to ever answer the door. "It could be a stranger..." and yatta yatta yatta. Noah got the message, but it wasn't long until he forgot. "Ding dong!" His little feet went running to welcome the visitor. Again, Noah's father reminded him and this time I think he will remember. Noah had lots of time to think about it while in "Time Out."
Later in the week the door bell began to ring. Rick was not dressed and I was going to the bathroom. The bell kept ringing and I could hear those same little feet running around. "Ding, dong, ding, dong, ding, dong" continued the annoying doorbell. It must have been driving Noah crazy. He finally came marching up the stairs and found me. In a very frustrated voice he said, "Will you get the damn door already." I was shocked! I didn't know he knew that word, let alone how to use it in proper context.
What I learned from Noah that day: If Noah is not allowed to answer the door, than his parents better be ready for the task and that there are lots of things I haven't learned about what Noah knows--like his vocabulary.
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