We were on a packed Green Line car headed to a daytime Red Sox game. A little boy about 5 years old was standing with his dad, scrunched in and asking various forms of the age-old “When will we be there?” query. His dad answered: seven more stops, six more stops, etc., but the boy was counting each time the car slowed down and then lurched forward as a “stop,” so there were many “stops” as the car made its way to Kenmore Square. Finally the dad explained, “This must be a new driver checking to make sure the brakes work.” What a wonderfully patient dad to put such a positive spin on what seemed an interminably long time. And what a well-behaved child. They made my day .?.?. even though the Sox lost!
Patricia O’Brien-Sluz / Rockport
I went to see my 6-year-old grandson on Father’s Day. While we talked, I asked Ben if he knew who the Bruins were. He replied, “They won the Family Cup!”
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