Josh is a creative, sensitive child. He sees things in a different light. He shares a room with his older brother, Jon. Josh was 5 years old at the time and Jon was 16. Jon was not thrilled about sharing a room with his younger brother. I was hoping that some of Jon's he-man attitude would spill over onto Josh who was more prone to being concerned with the room's decor than with boy stuff.

Josh was out in the front room with me watching Trading Spaces. It was early afternoon and Jon was still sleeping. At least that is what we thought.

Crash bam swear word swear word JOSH!!!
we heard Jon screaming from their room.

Josh looks over at me innocently and says, "Well, mom, I just really didn't like my bed over in the corner. It just didn't get enough light and it looks so much better in the middle of the room under the hanging light."

Jon comes storming out, demanding that I do something about him. "He cannot be moving furniture around in the room when I am sleeping! I almost broke my neck tripping over a bed in the center of the room. This is not natural. He has to stop rearranging MY room. He is lucky that I have agreed to let him exist with me there...do something!"

Josh looks over at me. "But mom, really the lighting is much better right over my bed instead of in the corner."

I sigh, and say, "Josh, the next time you want to move something, you have to talk to Jon about it first. Please. We cannot have Jon with broken bones due to your rearranging of the furniture."

That seemed to calm Jon down and gave Josh hope.