“Leo, your homework is on the floor.”
His mother had a different word for it: chaos.
Leo looked. The flames were uneven. Some were drowning in their own melted wax. The fifth candle was barely lit at all. It was chaos—beautiful, frantic, useless chaos. discipline4 boys
“In a minute,” he’d reply, already halfway out the door.
Then he pointed to the second row—seven flames, quiet and strong. “That’s a young man choosing.” “Leo, your homework is on the floor
Leo stared at the row of steady flames. “So being fast is worse?”
“I’ll get it later.” His hands were already reaching for his game controller. Some were drowning in their own melted wax
He led Leo to the garage, where a long plank of wood rested on two sawhorses. On it sat a row of thin white candles, a box of long wooden matches, and a stopwatch.