Just beyond our neighborhood live April and Ollie. We pass their place nearly every time we leave the neighborhood and as we do, we slow down, roll down the car windows and shout out a greeting. It’s Texas. We’re friendly here.
They always stop what they are doing, raise their heads and nod back in acknowledgement. Ollie is an old swayback horse. April is a donkey and Ollie’s paramour. Like an old married couple, they are always together.
Last week, as we drove to school, Sean spotted the pair. “Oh Mommy! Slow down! Roll down my window so I can wave!”
“Hu-woe April! Huh-woe Ollie!” he called as he flapped his hand out the window.
“Did they wave back?” I asked.
“Ac-tu-wully, yes,” annunciated my pint-sized professor, “but April and Ollie wave their tails because they don’t have hands.”
I have a b’zillion credit hours to my name yet the best teacher I’ve ever had sits in the backseat of my car.