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.
Out of the mouth of babes.
Indeed. I almost gave it that title then worried he’d see it someday and rebuke me for belittling his age and maturity.
Back seat wisdom from a wee one may save the life of a squirrel if not the ego of the front seat driver.
He told me yesterday (while eating an ice cream cone at South Mountain Creamery) that he could eat all the ice cream in the world. So I’m guessing he thinks big and would like to save the whole world one squirrel at a time (after he eats all the ice cream in the world, of course!)
Congratulations on your launch, Randy. I think we can all identify with the 4 year old thing.
Right. The conscience is annoying enough without a 4-year old piling on.
You are brave to start with a story which gives you no chance to be right…but maybe at least empathized with. I echo Bill…Congrats.
At my age “Driving Mr. Wyatt” is, indeed, a brave act. Thanks.
Words of wisdom for driving and life in general. I like this kiddo.