Hats

Why was I explaining the reason behind cracks in the road to my five year old this morning?

And I mean getting into it. Like expanding contracting with heat and cold and water. Serious science shit, and he’s asking all the right questions so he can understand. 

Matt forgot his ID at home, which has his flash drive attached to it. So he text me to have me run it to the school for him. So of course I did. With happy feet Chase bounding along beside me, skipping and jumping to avoid the cracks in the road as we crossed from the parking lot to the school. And that’s when he asked about why the cracks are there. So as I was running late to get Matt what he needed and get Chase to school on time and me to work on time, in the midst of all of that I’m giving a science lesson. It’s unnerving sometimes how many hats  us mothers have to wear. Teacher and curiour and chauffeur and cook and personal assistant .  . . My hat’s were many this morning. 

And as I am finishing up my science lesson, thinking about how I may have another gifted child on my hands, Chase noticed the wheelchair ramp to the school and zoomed up it just like any other five year old would, beating me to the door. 

On our way out I was asked why some of the lines were covered in black. So we had a construction lesson as well today. “If the cracks get too big, then they turn into holes. Holes are more expensive to fix than cracks, so the city pays to have them sealed before they get too big and make pot holes.”

“Well if they don’t seal them and they do turn into holes. . . Are there ever big holes that people fall into?”

“Those are called sink holes and those do happen sometimes. But they’re not necessarily because of pot holes.”

“Well that’s why I’m training to be a ninja. So if there is a sink hole I can dodge it.” And we’re five again, and going to conquer the world.

Never a dull day.