I saw Xavier, my four-year-old son, standing in the doorway. I didn't look around me: I wanted to see what he would do. He got down on his knees very gently and gently, then he got down on his stomach and he started crawling up to my room. Now Xavier has this perception that if he can't see you, you can't see him. And so he had his head buried low so he couldn't see me and he started crawling around the room. And he crawled up my right side, and then he crawled past my desk in plain sight for me, but he thought he wouldn't be seen. Then he crawled on either side of me, then he got up very slowly and carefully behind me.
Again, I could kind of see it out of the corner of my eye and I could feel its presence there on my left shoulder, and it stayed there for 30 or 40 seconds as I continued to type. I was trying to finish a blog post before whatever happened. Photo Retouching Service And while I was sitting there writing, he just watched. And after a moment or two, I felt him lean over me, and I felt him start breathing down my neck and into my ear. And as he leaned over, he just whispered in my ear, "Dad, what are you doing?"
and then he leaned back. Now, I don't know if you've ever tried to describe blogging to a four-year-old. It's not something I really know how to do, so I just said "I'm writing a message to the world". And he seemed to accept that. Photo Retouching Service Again there was silence for a moment or two and again he leaned over to me and said "Dad, make sure you tell the world something important." And then he leaned back and he got back on his knees and he crawled back in front of me and he walked out the door and closed the door behind him. And it was kind of a weird little moment.