There are two marvelous additions to my living space and one belonged to me. The other belonged to Ozzy. It was some sort of a go cart that had four wheels and a steering wheel. Anyway, I was there when he ran into my refrigerator the first time. Mom went berserk. Ozzy begged me not to get angry at him.
"See, mom, it's gone." He placed the letter N on top of the dent. The next day, while having breakfast, I noticed this.
True enough, I found another dent under the letter "S". I know they were accidents. Obviously Ozzy knows that denting my fridge isn't a good thing. But I have to remind him how I feel each time something like that happens.
This is how I encourage mindfulness at home...
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