The ‘Line of Death’

When my grandson Noah comes over, he likes to ride his tricycle in the driveway.  I enjoy watching him go up and back the drive.  Last Fall he was driving out closer and closer to the road.  That is not good.

Now, Noah is very good at ‘following the rules;’ if he knows what they are.  Boundaries.  So, one day Keith and I painted a line across my drive that was his ‘boundary.’  I told him that it was “the Line of Death.”

LoD Noah in turn, tells the nuns at school that he is not allowed to cross “the Line of Death” when he rides his tricycle at Grampa Bob’s house.  Oh, I wish I had thought of something else to call it!


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