Self-Control Vs. Volume Control

I came into the house this morning after my early workout at the Family Y. The hallway and kitchen were dark so I went to Mackenzie's room to make sure she was getting ready for school.

I was standing there telling her what to put in her backpack when I turned to see Aiden standing in the door, a bright smile across his face.

In what was close to the volume of a yell he said, "Good morning Mama! You need to be quiet ‘cause my brother Dawson is sleeping."

It was all I could do to say, "Okay", instead of, "Look buddy, you're the one who needs to be quiet."