Jana was the first to smell the smoke.
Flames filled our toaster oven. I jerked the plug and did precisely what they warn you not to do. As I prepared to douse the fire my brain screamed, “Don’t open the door – it’ll feed the fire with fresh oxygen!”
But I had no choice. Within seconds the flames were going to ignite the roll of paper towels above the toaster oven (Yeah, I know.) and be out of control.
I opened the door. The flames shot out. I fired back with a cup of water – right onto the super heated glass door. Glass shot everywhere. But the dragon was doused.
I’ve known parents who see rebellion burning in their child’s heart – like the fire in our toaster oven. But they’re afraid to “open the door” and confront it.
“We’re afraid we’ll make things worse if we enforce any rules.”