Funny how the older you get, the more you try to sound intelligent. People ask me what I’m looking forward to and I try to say some thoughtful answer about meeting new people, getting out of my comfort zone or seeing new environments. But when you ask a little kid, they give you a honest answer.
Today I took Bridger to a cute little bistro called Cravings. It sells gourmet grilled cheese, which are AMAZING. We were sitting there sipping our ice cold floats, and talking about how weird girls are (the type of conversation a seven year old boy decides on). Tired of trying to defend my gender, I decided to ask Bridger what he was most excited about for our trip this summer. Expecting an enthusiastic response, I was surprised when he didn’t answer.
“Bridger, what are you most excited about for summer?”
As serious as can be, the little boy set aside his root beer and turned to face me.
“I don’t even know what we are doing.”
I was surprised. We spent hours planning what we were going to do, and explaining to the kids; but we never told them what they would get to do. I pulled out my phone to show him a map of the country, and started pointing out different states and landmarks that he would get to see in real life. Satisfied that he would be convinced that this would be the coolest trip of his life, and reassured by his growing smile I leaned back and asked him the question for the third time. He surprised me again by saying,
“This trip is going to take a long time, right?”
Confused, I answered “yes…”
“Then, Aspen, I think the best part is going to be missing school for one whole month.”
Grabbing his grilled cheese, he took a bite almost as big as his grin. I didn’t even try to correct his answer.