I was doing grandma's taxi service this morning, picking up a couple of the grandkids and taking them to school. (After a stop for breakfast, of course).
As we were driving along the two lane country highway, from one town to the next, I noticed there was a train travelling parallel to us.
I reminded my grandson that when he was little, toddler sized, he loved the trains.
There is an elevated track near the town park where we used to go with the kids. I told him that when he heard the train coming he would run around, all excited, telling everyone "The train is coming, the train is coming."
He was quiet in the back seat, and finally spoke. "You mean I went to random people to tell them about the train?"
Random people? What kind of language is that for a nine year old?
"Yes," I answered. "You told all the people, all the random people."
Kid's got smarts.
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