“Dad,” Alan called, “when you finish, come see!”
Jerry was glad Alan had finally gotten interested in something. His mother had gone to help her mother after a fall. It had been two weeks now and things were finally running smoother. He had to admit he never knew how much energy it took to be in charge of a four-year-old.
He loved playing with Alan, but coming home from work with more chores still to do, it used to be a finite amount of time. After that Ginny took back over while he went off to feed the animals and tend the garden. Smugly, he’d thought he was the harder worker, then.
Now from dawn until he took Alan to preschool and went to work, he was in charge. Then back in charge on the way home when he picked Alan up from temporary daycare.
One exhausted moment, he had asked Alan to train the dog. Freckles didn’t mind, and Alan was excited about it. Jerry would print out the pictures from the internet and then Alan followed the lessons with Freckles. He’d taught Freckles to sit, stay, and come, on command, already. It kept him busy for hours, and he seemed to have quite a talent at it. Jerry was just thankful Alan was busy and he could finish his work, and Freckles loved the attention.
Finishing up, Jerry went out thinking they’d finally nailed “roll over.” But apparently Alan had more than talent going here. There were Alan and Freckles standing by the barn. Alan held a stick, and was using it as if he were a music conductor. Strung out between the barn and the fence was a rope, and balanced, walking across the rope at Alan’s commands, was a chicken.