This past Saturday we a gorgeous fall day. The weather was mild, the sun was shining, and the leaves here in northeastern Ohio are just starting to change.
Theo and I headed out for a walk together while the little ones napped and their dad worked around the house.
I left my cellphone on the counter. I brought a penny with me, instead.
I handed Theo the penny as we got to the end of our driveway. I explained to him that he and the penny would decide our walking route. If he tossed heads at a crossroad, we would turn left; tails, right.
For the next hour, he tossed (threw) the penny, ran to read it, and shouted out our course. It was an adventure, and he was our captain. The penny, our compass.
Eventually, the penny led us to the park (I think someone was cheated?). We played cops and robbers on the empty playground equipment. We would race to the top then rush down the side-by-side slides, just to run around and do it all again.
“You’ll never catch me now, copper!” I said in my best old-timey gangster voice.
“Freeze! I under-arrest you!” shouted Theo.
We raced through the park.
“I’m having a lot of fun, mom,” Theo said.
“I’m having so much fun, too,” I said.
One final toss of the penny and it was lost forever in the weeds, but that’s ok. We knew our way back home, where there are plenty more pennies for another day, and another walk.