A Green Light On Generational Silliness
When I was in the first grade, my dad showed me how magical he was; he could make a red light turn green simply by opening and closing his car door!
He had the opportunity to do that a few more times before he and Mom divorced when I was about ten. I hadn’t figured it out by the time he pretty much disappeared for the next fifteen years.
I started doing that trick with my own kids when they were about five and seven. I didn’t overdo it — only once or twice a year and then only “when absolutely necessary.”
One morning, I got off work early and I was taking them to school. We got stopped at a large intersection heavy with traffic. I mentioned that we might not get to school right on time.
My son (nine then) suggested:
Son: “Hey, Dad, why don’t you make the light change so we won’t be late?”
Wow, I hadn’t thought of that.
Me: “Uh… well… See, all these other people are in a hurry, too, and I don’t wanna interrupt the flow of traffic until some of it clears out. I’ll change it in a minute.”
They were satisfied.
My own son now has two boys, in first and second grade. They came over the other day and one said:
Grandson: “Hey, Grandpa, my dad can make a red light turn green!”
Me: “Really! How does he do that?”
Grandson: “He turns on the windshield wiper two times, and it changes!”
I glanced at my son and we shared a small, silent smile.
Me: “Well, that’s good, but it sounds like he’d have a little trouble with that when it’s raining!”
At least he came up with his own magic.