Snow Tires

Sometimes you just need to marvel at what kids come up with.

My son was playing in the back after a recent storm with his wagon. Given the way the yard faces and the number of trees surrounding the yard we have something of a glacier there until the temp either gets so warm often enough (more likely) or direct light hits it (less likely). Kidlet is undaunted by the glacier. Running around the yard this was the result.

Now being the sort of kid he is, he looked at it and immediately said, "Snow tires!"

We live in a snowy area. I have never once in my life bought snow tires. We did put new tires on the truck about 2 years ago. To this day he still says that I have "new tires". The only place that I can even think that he's heard about "snow tires" is from the movie Cars. Luigi is either trying to sell the snow tires to Lightening McQueen or feed them to the tractors that are munching on his more valuable radials. Why Luigi even stocked snow tires in the desert is another story. Given that until Cars 2 came along Cars was his favorite movie, he'd watched it quite a bit. But 2 small lines in a movie about snow tires apparently made an impression.

Running around the back with the wagon is still a favorite activity regardless of the level of snow. Sometimes we get snow tires and sometimes we don't. He still says, "I like snow tires better than road tires." It's moments like these when your heart becomes so much larger than just an organ in your body.

Go on, my little guy, let's go make some snow tires.

The Little Man

I was sitting with my son last night in the rocking chair and this little poem popped into my head. I gave him a shortened version while "walking" my fingers up and down his arms.

The Little Man

There once was a little man about this high.
He loved to walk, but no one was really sure why.
He'd walk up one side and down the other.

He'd walk all the way home just to check on his mother.
He'd walk on the inside or the outside,
whether or not there was someone else beside.
Sometimes he'd reach the top,
and sometimes you wonder if he'd ever stop.
When he got to the bottom after all that down,
he'd keep on going back on up without a frown.
People all over town would start to talk,
But the little man just liked to walk.