The moment of reasoning
Or was that reckoning. Whatever. I reckon that our six year old is starting to reason.
The Bumpy Road.
The lane that goes down the hill to Tim Hortons is a gravel lane. And it’s bumpy sometimes. Most of the time. But in the wintertime, and with Calgary ice being so thick and solid at times and the ridges freeze over so hard that this road is a REALLY bumpy road.
Bad Back Doesn’t Agree With the Bumpy Road Trip
Actually the bad back doesn’t agree with much. It’s quite a pain actually. Yeah that was meant to be punny. But the bumpy road is a little too bumpy for me even sitting driving.
So we don’t go on it anymore. And Kiyoshi always asks can we take the Bumpy Road and I always say no.
But this one sunny day, we were walking to the green shopping park and I said to Kiyoshi “Hey pal do you want to go down the Bumpy Road?” And he was so excited!
Well as it turns out, the Bumpy Road isn’t as much fun walking down it. And then the irony on myself is that walking the bumpy road might be harder on my back than driving it. . .. .
The Other Bumpy Road
In August Kiyoshi went to the new Kids & Company in Evanston for Summer Camp. It’s a very new area with major construction going on as they build two new communities across from us on the North side of Stoney Trail. Carrington and Livingston are replacing the canola and hay fields. The cows are still there.
To get back out of Evanston on the closest trip back to Stoney Trail, there was no road yet, it was under construction. So the “road” was a zig zag dirt (not even gravel) road that winded through the new construction in the new community.
So this became “the new bumpy road”.
Now Where Was I Going on this Bumpy Road
The moment of reasoning. Reckoning. Whatever.
Yesterday on the way to green shopping, Kiyoshi asked if we could go down the Bumpy Road.
I said sorry pal, it’s not good for my back.
He says “Well …… we go on the bumpy road when we come from Kids and Company?….”
I had a brief moment of silence in my prodigiously empty mind and thought:
Oh dear. You are six. I can’t even imagine what reasons I’m going to have to explain when you are six and a half. Or seven. 18, or 40. What a bumpy road that will be….