A wake up call

I have a story.....

"We should take the green car" My son suggested to me.
"Yes we should..." I echoed...and then continued "The snag is, I can't drive..."
"Fathers can drive" he enthused
"Mothers can too! I just have to learn.." Mentally reprimanding myself for procrastinating. It is cold, dark and it snows sometimes. Not the best time to... I stopped musing when I saw my son's confused expression. He shook his head as if to shake off mental cobwebs.
"No!!" He said emphatically. "Fathers drive, mothers cook!!

Ah! Egbami!! I almost broke into that Yoruba dirge 'Aiye le, ibosi oooooo; Aiye dorikodo, ko ye mi moooooo'

I pulled him close, bent down so we could maintain eye contact then I said to him...
 "Mothers cook. Fathers cook. Mothers drive, Fathers drive.... Ok??"
He tilted his head to a side, his brows furrowed in deep concentration, pondering on what I just said... Then, to me he said...
"Ok Mommy." Then he stuck out his fore finger as if scolding me "You'd better learn quickly, ok??"
"Ok" I replied meekly, feeling thoroughly chastised 😂😂😂

Summer, please come quickly so Iya Anu can begin her driving lessons in earnest..

Nonsense and gender roles!

About 40 mins before hell was let loose..

 I have a story.. ..

We had plenty of time to kill, I assured myself as we smiled into my General Mobile phone for the umpteenth time.
Eventually, I dragged myself off the couch and signalled to my precocious son to do same.
He jumped down and ran to the exit door to put on his sneakers. Today marks the beginning of another long week and with it came the cold wind wheezing through the windows. I had the foresight to dress us warmly.
We got into the elevator and as usual, my son started to sing one of his rhymes. I sang along occasionally glancing down to catch his smile. We were in no hurry. We had plenty of time before the school bus comes.

We stepped out of the building and I immediately knew something was wrong....
Where was the traffic? Where were the impatient drivers hurrying to their different destinations? There were no students with heads bowed, hands deep in furry pockets, striding to the bus stop.
Oh well, it's probably the holidays. It was yesterday, wasn't it? I consoled myself...
30 minutes later, we were still waiting for the elusive school bus. The wind had calmed, the sun had withdrawn its smile and the cold hands of autumn were upon us. Instinctively, I pulled my son closer and wrapped my arms around him...
He smiled into my face, his brows furrowed with questions.
"The bus is late" I responded to his silent question.
On a whım, I decided to send a message to one of my colleagues to inquire about the bus.
"Where are you? Classes have started!!" I read in disbelief
Whaaaaaaaaaaaat!!!! How can that be??

 Realisation dawned and chilled me.

I'm an hour late!! I didn't set my time forward and my ancient phone still has its memory buried in pre historic era.... Seizing my son's shoulders and trying to disguise  the panic growing within me and failing terribly, I said, "Boo, we missed the bus. We are late! We have to hurry!!"
Like a guardian angel, he didn't a make a fuss. He pulled my hand and said "Come on, Mommy!! Let's go!!!"
We narrowly made it into the moving bus. We jumped into the next bus, our breaths blowing clouds and our noses runny. Minutes later, we hopped out of the bus. We locked hands and started to run...

 "Mommy... I want to pee pee!!"