Turns out our son does not know what a driveway is.

 

Classic. I guess that’s what happens when you raise your kid in the city.

 

This it how (I think) it all went down.

 

Like most urban children, our son has been told (i.e., threatened) to NEVER, EVER, let go of my hand in a parking lot. Or an alley.

 

Or ESPECIALLY in the big, scary, city streets.

 

With that said, his suburban grandmother did not understand why he was desperately clutching her hand as he walked down her driveway, onto the sidewalk. I assume the conversation went something like this.

 

Grandmother: G, you can let go of my hand if you want to. It’s okay.

 

G: NO WAY, Grandma! That would be DANGEROUS!

 

Grandmother: But G, this is just our driveway. No one will hurt you here.

 

G: A driveway? What is a driveway?

 

Grandmother: ?

 

G: Is it your street? I know, is it an alley? I’m still supposed to hold onto your hand in an alley, you know.

 

And thus goes G’s big discovery of what a driveway is. It makes me wonder what other big discoveries he will make.

 

Possibly that some people don’t have to walk across their backyard and through their garage to take out the garbage. But when that is one of his chores and he complains, I will nicely point out that at least he doesn’t have to drag the garbage cans out to our non-existent driveway on “Garbage Day” (which is EVERY day in the city).

 

To which, with my luck, he will still respond,

 

“What’s a driveway, again?”

 

 

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