Lost in Translation

Matthew had a problem the other day and after finally finding out what it was, he wanted Daddy to know but didn’t want to say anything. I asked him if he wanted me to talk to him and he nodded yes. Then another problem came up a few days later; he wanted a peanut butter and jam sandwich for breakfast but Daddy insisted he eat the eggs he was making that morning. Matthew came up to me, told me the problem, and asked very seriously “Can you talk to him?”. I guess I need to explain the difference between a real “problem” and a petty annoyance.