As I was driving down the street on my way home from work I see Ace sitting in the middle of the front yard in his pajamas. “What the hell?”, I say to myself. Did he sneak out the front door when Momma was checking the mail?
Nope. I know better. Momma would never let that happen. Momma was in the front yard to talking to the neighbor lady. The neighbors daughter was playing with Ace in the front yard.
It was pretty cool! Ace was loving it! He found a two foot long stick and was whacking everything in sight with it. We have one of those political signs in our front yard and Ace would run and tackle it. He was having so much fun not being restricted by the walls of our house.
The neighbors go home and it’s Momma, Ace, and me in the front yard. Now he seems to be obsessed with the street! I sit him down in the yard up by the house and he runs for the street…every time!
What is so enticing about the street? I mean, it is just a big slab of boring pavement with cars zooming up and down…
Even at one year old I need to tell him to get out of the street. I didn’t think that day would come for at least a few more years.