Now that Primo is able to read, he has begun deciphering signage. We adults tae for
Granted how much skill and experience this requires. So, every day on the way to school Primo and I pass a sign for a taxi school which reads “Taxi Drivers Wanted.” Finally yesterday Primo turned to me somberly and asked, “What do taxi drivers do that are so bad?”
“What do you mean, honey?”
“Why do they have to go to jail?”
Of course. It was a “Wanted” sign, after all. What else would he think?
I hastened to disabuse him of the notion that each and every taxi driver was on the lamb, that in fact, it was just the opposite.
Good thing I cleared that up, too, because I recently taught him how to dial 911.
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