President Trump
Greeting to everyone.
Xavier and I headed for church this morning. This is Rebecca's Reserve Weekend, so he and I are "baching it" this weekend.
We had several bill payments to drop in the mail, so we took an alternate route to church, one which passed the mail boxes outside the Post Office. After dropping the mail into the box, we navigated the back roads to the highway.
It was not to long before we drove up behind a person who must have misread the 35 MPH sign for 15 MPH. And, of course, there was no way around this driver.
No need for Dad to get all worked up. Nope, I outsource my "road rage" to the back seat.
"Get out of the way, Pokester!" was one of Xavier's remarks, soon followed by "What's this guy's problem?"
I have no idea where he picks this stuff up. (that, by the way, is an sarcastic comment). He does have a nice flare to his commentary, I will admit.
As we approached the double-left entrance to the highway, I told Xavier, "Whatever lane he chooses, I'm getting in to the other one."
Which is exactly what I did. The turn onto the on ramp is gated by a light, so we had to stop and wait. We waited in silence for the light to give us the green arrow. The "pokester" was in the lane to our left, but ahead of us was a pickup truck. Flying in the breeze was an American flag well anchored near the truck's cab.
The silence of waiting for the green arrow was broken by Xavier's excited comment "Donald Trump!" as he pointed to the truck ahead of us.
I sat stunned, thinking there is no way I heard what I thought I heard. I asked for clarification. No, I had not misheard him. He saw the flag and somehow associated it with Donald Trump.
I must say, I had no idea Xavier even knew the name. Rebecca and I do not discuss the President much, with words either good or ill. Rebecca does, however, listen to the BBC news casts while fixing breakfast in the mornings. They often mention President Trump. This, we think, is where he picked up the name. How he associated the president with the American Flag is still a mystery.
I am still impressed with Xavier's understanding. In fact, I am a little speechless by it. It is sobering how much little ones pick up and how much they understand, even when you are not actively instructing them. They are little sponges absorbing so much of their environment. But beyond sponging, they process and work out understanding of their world themselves.
Truly, we are fearfully and wonderfully made!