So yesterday, as I collected my kids, my 13 yr old son told me he had to do a blogpost for school. Which had a deadline. Midday today.
And the topic of his post? He had to do a Random Act Of Kindness and write about the experience.
One word: panic.
He had NO idea what he could do. I suggested that we head to the supermarket so he could help a ‘little old lady’ with her shopping. The idea terrified him.
I let him think about it overnight.
This morning he informed me that he had sorted it. Suspicious, I asked him what he’d done?
“I wrote ‘have a good day’ on a piece of paper and put it in one of your neighbours letter box.”
Seriously. So lame.
I have much work to do.