"Hi Laurel. " he greeted me. "I've got a soccer game!"
I acknowledged the importance of this event in his young life properly.
"Where are you going?"
Gregoire has recently turned seven. Erasmus wasn't kidding with that age-of-awareness stuff. Greg has suddenly become conscious that the world doesn't actually revolve around his doings, and he's curious about it.
"I've driving to a sewing class."
Gregoire was silent for a long moment. I could almost hear the wheels turning in his head, at the thought that I was heading cheerily, perhaps voluntarily, off to a class on a Sunday afternoon.
"Do you like that?", he finally asked.
"Greg," I answered, "I feel about sewing classes like you feel about playing soccer."
There was another lengthy pause.
"Have fun at your class," he responded in a decided manner.
I drove off down the road, feeling sure that Gregoire had greatly enlarged his view of the social complexities of the world.
