I had to take grandson Bennett to school a while back.
It was raining and we had to walk a bit through the parking lot, and I noticed out of the corner of my eye that he was wearing orange swimming goggles.
Interesting, I thought. He hadn’t been wearing them in the pickup two minutes earlier.
No doubt, there would be a good story involved, but I decided to let it unfold rather than asking questions.
When we got to the office and out of the rain, he slipped the goggles off and put them in his backpack. A couple of days later, I noticed they were still there.
That was about the time that he mentioned that he preferred baths to showers because he didn’t like water getting in his eyes.
That made a lot of sense, and I thought it showed great planning skills for a seven-yearold to keep swimming goggles in his backpack in case of a threat of water getting in his eyes.
And I remembered back to when his mother was in her early teens and had never flown in an airplane. A plane ride was one of the things on her life’s to-do list.
My dad was a flight engineer/crew chief on a B-17 in World War II, so I booked us a flight on a B-17 when one came to Wiley Post Airport in Oklahoma City.
Brooke went along and got to take a ride in it, too. As soon as she was back on the ground, she pulled a slip of paper out of her pocket and crossed off “Airplane Flight” the list.
So, maybe there is some genetic tendency for planning ahead and being prepared.