As Brady and I sat at a red light a few days ago, I glanced in my rear view mirror and saw him looking quizzically at something in the distance. I asked what he was thinking about, and he replied 'why is a man falling down on that sign?' My gaze followed his, and I snickered to myself when I saw it: a regular 'walk' sign that had somehow lost its top bolt, leaving it to hang sideways. I explained that no, it wasn't actually a 'man falling' sign, and Brady accepted the rationale, though I'm not convinced he really bought it.
I love those moments; the ones when something that's so commonplace to adults that we ignore it is seen entirely differently through a kid's curious eye. It's the kind of experience that makes me want to view things from the perspective of the five-and-under crowd, and that's a blessed thing indeed.
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