This is a true story. The names and details have been changed.
Umm Ibraheem just couldn’t understand it. When she asked her 5-year-old son Ibraheem to get out his pajamas for bed, he said, “Wait a minute,” and ran off to pet the baby kitten. When she told him to sit down to eat dinner, he said “Wait a minute,” and dashed into the bedroom to search for his lost ball. When she told him to put on his shoes to get ready to go outside, he said, “Wait a minute,” and trotted over to his dresser to pick out a new shirt to slip on.
One day while Umm Ibraheem was in the kitchen washing dishes Ibraheem thumped into the kitchen, glanced up at his mom and said, “Can you fix me some oatmeal, “Wait a minute,” said his mother, “I’m washing dishes.“
Later that day when Umm Ibraheem was on the computer typing, Ibraheem clutched his mother’s dress and said, “Can I sit on your lap?”
“Wait a minute,” said his mother, “I’m busy right now.”
That night when it was almost time for Ibraheem to go to sleep, he leaned over the bed where his mother was resting with her book in her hands and asked, “Can you read me a story?”
“Wait a minute, I’m reading right now,” replied his mother.
“Why do you always say ‘wait a minute?’” asked Ibraheem, with a scowl.
Umm Ibraheem shifted her eyes from the page and stared at her son.
The room was silent.
Umm Ibraheem rolled over and swung her legs off the bed. She walked into the kitchen, reached for a cup from the cabinet, got out a carton of milk from the refrigerator and poured the milk half way into the cup. Then she gently leaned over and handed the cup of milk to her son with a warm smile.
From that day on, Umm Ibraheem replaced the words “Wait a minute” with the word “Okay,” more often. And guess what . . . So did her son Ibraheem.
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