Parenthood changes us in many small ways. Just a few months ago we thought little at crossing the road wherever we wanted. Now, for baby's sake and sheer ease of manoeuvrability, we always find safe and convenient places to cross.
We're just about to cross a small road, checking behind us. A car has stopped in the main road, holding up traffic behind, and beckons us across.
Me: (mouthing) No, you go.
Driver: (gesturing) *After you*
Me: (mouthing) You go.
The driver edges forward and I stop W from crossing.
Driver: (gesturing) *After you*
Me: (mouthing) After you.
This is getting silly but I wave him past with a larger hand motion than he can muster. We then cross.
W: He was just being nice.
Me: I know and so was I. He was edging forward and I'm was a bit dubious about that. Plus I didn't want to hold the traffic up any more.
W: We had right of way.
Me: We did? I'm not sure.
W: Benefit should always been given to the pedestrian.
Me: I think you might be right.
W: (to the baby) Mummy is right.
Me: (to the baby) Hear that boy? There's a phrase to get used to.
And of course I later checked it in the Highway Code (Rule 8). Mummy is right.
No comments:
Post a Comment