This is a story about self-control- or the lack thereof.
When we were little, my brother and I had a Music Machine record, and on this record was a little song called “Self Control”
Self-control is just controlling myself
It’s listening to my heart
And doing what is smart
Self-control is the very best way to go
So I think that I’ll control myself
Each verse painted a scenario where the lack of self control led to negative consequences- not brushing one’s teeth resulted in a cavity, getting angry and kicking one’s foot gave one a sore and stubbed toe… you get the picture.
Self control IS important, and we would none be worse off for humming that little song on occasion to remind ourselves to be temperate and to, as another song on that album implores, “Have Patience”
So- now that we’re clear I’m pro-virtue…I had a little smirk over witnessing the collective lack of restraint in our local Target a few nights ago.
Half-Pint and I were checking out the impulse buys- I mean Dollar Spot- at the front of the store. We found a bin of these adorable little manual paper shredders, complete with little feet.
But the one thing that most of the little paper shredders did not have were paper tags.
Upon closer inspection, it appeared there had been a paper shredder battle as many of the shredders in the bin clearly held the contents of other shredders’ tags in their bellies.
It really WAS tempting.
But thanks to a lifetime of good music, we chose the narrow way, picked out an empty shredder with his tag miraculously still intact and adopted him at the checkout.
Once we reached home, with an office full of all manner of scratch and colorful art papers, care to guess what Half Pint shredded first?
