So, I’m driving my 4-year-old grandson Wyatt home after an all day visit at our house.
He’s strapped snugly in his car seat in the back seat. Not much wiggle room. Bulky headrest blocks his view.
Still, he always seems to see the road ahead. A deer crossing. A school bus stopping.
We’re listening to “classic rock” on the radio. A squirrel darts in front of the car.
I see it. I do not swerve.
“Did you miss that squirrel, Grandy?”
I don’t know.
“But you didn’t try, did you?”
No, I didn’t. Squirrels zigzag so fast you can’t tell where they’ll be next. So, it’s best to just keep going straight and trust your luck.
“Well, then, maybe you should slow down!”
I turned up the radio.