Driving to the park today, Aidan gave me a running commentary:

    “We’re going this way?”  he asked.

    “Yes, we can go two ways.  We’ll go this way today.  It’s pretty, isn’t it?” I said.

    “Oh.  These trees have flowers.”  (Uh. Not exactly.)  “Pretty.  They’re pretty.”

    “School buses!”

    “Yes, school is getting out, and the children are going home now.”

    “That bus is following us.”

    “Well, we’re following it, and there is one behind us.  It’s following us.”

    “Yeah.  We’re following the school bus.”

   

    “Look at all the cars.  Going slow.” 

    We come to a stoplight, and it turns green.

    “Go!  Go!” 

    “I can’t just go, Aidan.”

    “Why are you going slow?  All these cars.  They could race.  Race.  Go!” 

    Pause. 

    “A police car!”

    “Yeah,” I say.  “A police car.”

    “We’re going under a bridge.”

    We arrive at the park, which is a park we’ve never been to before.  I don’t see anybody from the parking lot.

    “Where are we going?” he asks.

    “I don’t know, Aidan.  We’ll just walk around and see if we can find our friends.”

    “Oh, okay.”