Priorities

I was showing Tim how to approach a level in the game "Plants vs. Zombie" this morning, when Susanna walked in with the sunblock.  She popped the lid and squeezed, shooting lotion all over her arms.  I dropped the kindle exclaiming, "Tim!  Help! Susanna got the sunblock."

I dove for her before she could start spreading it all over the carpet, expecting Tim to go for the bottle.  A couple seconds later, I looked at the bottle, on the ground leaking, and asked, "Tim, didn't you hear me ask for some help with Susanna?"

"I know Dad," he exclaimed, "I'm doing my best."

I turned around to find him playing the level for me with all the intensity he could muster.

Priorities.