Grandpa and RG Visit the Zoo. Chapter 8: RG Abuses Her Authority as a Fire Chief.
December 16, 2008
We were driving on a surface street and approaching a stop light. For some reason, traffic was heavy; at least 30 cars were ahead of us on the street. RG was thinking about a snack, and the traffic irritated her.
“Get out of our way, cars,” she exclaimed in some exasperation. As is frequently the case, my troublesome imagination seized control of my mouth. “Do you want me to take out my cell phone and ask the cars to move?” I asked.
“Yes!” exclaimed RG, delighted by this practical approach to eliminating a frustration from her life.
Too late, obvious drawbacks flooded my mind. “I don’t have the numbers for the phones in the other cars,” I cautioned her.
However, the idea had seized control of RG’s mind and she was running with it. Her mind has moved way beyond concern with practical difficulties.
“We’ll call them and tell them we are on the way to put out a fire!” she exclaimed. “They will have to get out of our way. ‘Get out of the way! Get out of the way! We have to put the fire out!'” she exclaimed with great enthusiasm, warming to the drama in her mind.
I tried to throw cold water on the fire chief. “It would not be true, though. You are not really on the way to put out a fire. You are just trying to get home so you can get a snack.
“Suppose somebody called you and said, ‘Get out of the way; I am going to put out a fire,’ but they were just telling you a story so they could get somewhere.”
RG was not very interested in my hypothetical story. I think four years old is a bit young for contemplation of the Golden Rule. However, perhaps impelled to travel down side streets by the force of RG’s will, the cars scattered out of our way and we soon arrived at RG’s home.