So yesterday, I’m taking Bricker Jr home from his Tae Kwon Do class, which is also running a summer camp this week. So basically he’s had a day of fun activities in the company of a bunch of these kids, and he’s struck up a friendship of sorts with one of the other kids. In general, I like this idea, because it gives him a chance to meet up with kids outside his school setting.
But this kid… his dad was picking him up at the same time, and the dad and I observed that our offspring seemed to get along and raised the possibility of a non-TKD play date at some future point. So this kid and my son continue their conversation about some fine point of Nintendo lore and the kid followed us toward our car instead of following his dad. Along the way, we passed a dumpster and the kid found some screws and nails on the ground next to the dumpster and picks them up.
“Hey, Bricker Jr, look what I found!”
“Yeah, they’re nails and screws.”
“Do you want some?”
“Nah,” says my son. “I’m good.”
“OK.” Whereupon the other kid throws them, as hard as he can, in the roadway.
“Hey, [kid’s name], you shouldn’t do that,” says Bricker Jr.
“Why not?”
“Because,” I interjected, using my gentle teaching voice instead of my stern grownup voice, “cars will drive over that area. What if one ran over one of those nails and got a flat tire?”
He thought about it for a second and then said happily, “That’d be funny!”
“Not if it was your car and your dad had to change the tire,” I said, at which point his dad yelled for him and he scampered off, hopped in his car and they drove off.
So as I picked up the screws and nails, I decided that the play date was never going to happen.
Am I being unfair?