Today, I thought I would share an old story from 2001 when Elder was four years old and only managed sarcasm by accident . . .
The other day, I was playing Nintendo with Elder. More specifically, we were playing Mickey’s Road Rage – actually, their name for the sport is a little tamer but mine is much more descriptive, I think. Anyway, when players race in certain cities, a layer of blue permeates the entire screen, giving the illusion of nighttime. Seattle is one such city.
So, Elder and I were racing in Seattle, when I fell off a ramp – my character, not me. I was actually sitting on the sofa. Anyway, instead of landing on the road beside the ramp, I landed some ways back on the course, someplace deep in the shadowed night, and was promptly lost. So, while Elder was speeding away, I was basically doing three-sixties and bouncing off walls, while one of Donald’s nephews repeated, “You’re going the wrong way” every few seconds or so.
Frustrated because I was losing to my four-year-old – again, I muttered, “I don’t even know where I am.”
To which, Elder offered, “In the dark?”
Yep. Pretty much completely.