Sitting on the couch, I could see the backs of my three boys sitting at the kitchen counter.

They were intently watching Brother J playing a game on his tablet.  They were all sitting about 3 inches apart from each other.  Brother J mentions that he is thirsty.  Brother S offers to get him water.  I assume that the game required all of Brother J’s energy.  Why else would he be unable to get his own water?  Hum, perhaps Brother S was willing to help in order to curry favor with Brother J.  Perhaps a way to get inline to play the next game.  Perhaps.

Brother S then climbed up the back of Brother B’s chair, in order to open the cabinet located only about an inch above Brother B’s head, and retrieve a cup.

All the while that Brother J and Brother B were under Brother S, they were in danger.  Brother S teetered on the back of the chair, while never looking away from the screen.  He opened the cupboard and barely missed Brother B’s head (Brother B was staring at the screen, as well, and never noticed).

I stared on.  Uninterested in intervening, but curious as to what would happen next.  The boys had also mentioned earlier in the day that my default look is “staring” and that it creeps them out.  I would not want to creep them out, but other than staring, how could I experience the tragedy about to unfold?  I guess I could have looked down at my feet and waited to hear the loud crash.

Any who, Brother S retrieved the cup from above Brother B’s head (thankfully a plastic cup), Brother S continued to teeter, but Brother S eventually closed the cupboard door and safely left his perch on the back of Brother B’s chair.

As Brother S went to retrieve Brother J’s water, I thanked the guardian angels that must be watching over them constantly, because their dad, well he just stares.