I was driving with the boys yesterday. As we approached a neighborhood park, "the blue park," Mo sighs loudly from the backseat.
"There's no seesaw at the blue park!" he says definitively.
I nod in agreement. "Yes, Honey, I know." Trying to follow his train of thought, I added, "They don't have a fire pole either." Because right now, he just loves fire poles.
"But MOM!" he says, getting angry.
"The sign says there's a seesaw at that park. And I KNOW there's not a seesaw at the blue park!" he fumed.
Confused and trying to placate him, I simply agreed. "OK. You're right." And then I quickly changed the subject.
But on the drive back home, I figured it out. And I realized I should have taken little Mo a bit more seriously. He's a smart little bugger. And a very deep thinker.
About a block before the park - the blue park that contains absolutely NO seesaw - here's what I saw, what Mo must have seen, too:
10 months ago