We were driving to school the other day and Declan was in a chatty mood.
Well, let’s be honest. He’s ALWAYS in a chatty mood that time of the morning, when everything is dewy and fresh – and I am half asleep and barely coherent.
He’s kind of leaning on the window, with his forehead on the glass. I notice that in the rear-view mirror because it always surprises me that his head can actually reach, and also how much further up the glass he can touch every time I look.
“Mama, do you think time needs fuel?”
I think for a minute, wondering what he means.
“Like, do you think it takes fuel from the world or somewhere? Because sometimes it seems like it is faster and sometimes it seems like it is slower.”
I have always thought Declan is an old soul, that he has been around the block a few times.
But when he makes such esoteric statements on quiet, chilly, Fall mornings… I know it down deep in my bones.
Even more importantly, I know he’s right.