As my 8-year-old son Ben and I prepared to cross the parking lot, I could see that the oncoming car was slowing for us.  Sensing Ben’s hesitancy, I encouraged him to cross with me.

Upon safely reaching the sidewalk, I turned to him and said with a grin, “See how I put you inbetween me and the car?  That’s so I will live to tell your story.” Pausing for a second, Ben suddenly broke into a wide smile.  My boy gets me, questionable sense of humor and all.