Kilt stops traffic

[millar]

My daughter has a project for school called little moments, where the kids are to write on the little things that happen in the course of a day. This seems to fit the bill.

On Sunday it was a beautiful fall day and my 8 y/o daughter and I had to go into our little town to get food for dinner. I was wearing my Blackwatch kilt. Traffic was moderately heavy and as I stood on the curb waiting to cross a lovely woman in a yellow VW bug stopped in the middle of the road backing up traffic and she leaned her head out the window and said to me. "I love your kilt." My daughter beamed and we both said thank you very much. She waved us across and went on her way. Once across the street my daughter just said "cool." Little moments.

[Big Paul]

Very cool! The power of the kilt strikes again!!

[switchblade5984]

i believe your daughter said it!

[Nick]

That's great. Thanks.

[Alan H]

Sounds like the girl has it figured out already.

[Blu (Ontario)]

Sooooo.... what did she write???

[millar]

Sooooo.... what did she write???

She's eight- she wrote about her brother throwing up on her in the car. Apparently that made more of an impression on her than I do.

I think I am getting more out of her schooling than she is. I really like this approach to writing because it teaches kids that a story is like a building and you have to make a foundation and then build using these little moments on top of that. She of course sees none of this but I am having a great time.

[GMan]

I like your Little Moment with her, but embarassing a brother is what sisters do.

I love hearing about these little moments, they are what life is all about!

[Sherry]

Idunno--if he'd thrown up on me, I'd remember it.

Sherry

[Archangel]

wait 'til she's older. My daughter, as a teenager, enjoyed walking with me, still does, kilted or not. (In fact, it seems safer when we're walking than sitting around, hmmmn, there's a lesson there.) Anyway, she gets a kick of out my impatience at crossing busy roads. Eventually, I just "point and walk". The traffic stops all confused. I figure that I never really know where the pedestrian crosswalks are when I'm driving, the drivers won't either. Seems to work, she's impressed. (and frustrated, too, it's a big guy thing, doesn't seem to work with smaller women.)
Enjoy your walks with your daughter, they're nice for both of you to look back on if/when things go kaplooie in the future.