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Leo tried. He lit the first candle and waited. Counted to ten in his head. The flame grew tall and calm. Then he lit the second. Then the third. He wanted to rush. His hands tingled. But his feet stayed planted. He reached, paused, breathed. By the time he lit the seventh candle, the first was still burning brightly.

He pointed to the first attempt—the mess of wax, the fallen candle. “That’s a boy reacting.” discipline4 boys

“Slowly,” Grandpa said. “One candle. Then the next. But you don’t get a new match until the previous candle is burning steady and true.” Leo tried