"Are you sure you have enough time to get there?" says Fritz.
(Because we bike, not to Young's school, but to his old school where the bus to his present school gathers up kids from all around town . . . it's complicated. The point is, we have to get there before Young's bus leaves.)
"Yes, yes," I say. "Of course. Kisses. See you."
Well, I could have made it. Probably. But YoungSon can still pedal only so fast.
The amazing thing is that after (1) we turn and head back home the Back Way rather than the Usual Way to Young's old school and then (2) I change my mind and decide we can make it to the Young's present school if we go the Alternate Route and then (3) turn the corner that connects the Back Way to the Alternate Route, I glance behind me to see that YoungSon is keeping up and notice as traffic data only that a large vehicle has pulled over to the curb just ahead of me . . .
See what I mean?