Today was the last day of school here in Irvine . . .
“Can I get a ride to Orchard Park?” my son asks. He has friends that he meets there to play basketball.
“Did you check with Mom?” I ask.
“I don’t have to check with Mom,” he says. “I’m out of school now.”
“So you don’t have to check with Mom?”
“No. Not any more.”
After he checks with his mom, I drive him over to the park. Actually, he drives to the park and I ride along.
As we’re approaching a red light at Jeffrey and Trabuco, he says, “I’ll stop the car so you can’t even feel it.”
This is something I showed him how to do. I’m pretty good at it, but he goes through so many slow-motion false stops and starts that by the time he’s done, the car is almost entirely in the crosswalk.
“We’re in the middle of the intersection,” I point out to him.
“I did it though,” he says.
As we drive past the Arco station, I notice that gas prices are up over $3.00 again for a gallon of regular.
“Obama needs to stop playing basketball and deal with these gas prices,” the boy says.