Tonawanda News — We live in a dangerous neighborhood,
When we go for our daily evening walks, my 4-year-old is on point. It’s his job — again, apparently — to point out all the myriad hazards of our bit of the Town of Tonawanda suburbs. And there are many.
There are volcanos. (We have to be very careful to step over them ... after I’m told where they are, because they seem to be invisible.) There are jungles. (As in, a couple of homes have hedges around them.) And every crack in the sidewalk is a potential hazard ... at least for me, it seems. I was sternly lectured by the same preschooler that “Mommy, you need to let the kid do it. You’ll fall down and get a boo-boo.” He jumps over, then we can follow.
Then there’s the wildlife.
There are doggies. (I think he’s on a first-name-basis with every canine on the block.) There are birds of all sorts. (We have to whisper, so not to scare them.) There are squirrels and ants and once a bored-looking groundhog.
Oh, but it doesn’t end there. There are lions. (Two bored cats, drowsing in a driveway.) There are crocodiles, big ones that make the same tick-tock sound as the one in “Peter Pan.” (Trust me. They chased us for about a block ... or so Sam claims.) There are dragons ... but that’s OK, because we have a bigger dragon.
Hence this conversation:
“There’s a dragon!” (He points.)
“Uh oh,” I say, remembering the crocodiles. “Should we run?”
“No. I’m a dragon, too!”
“Oh? What kind of dragon are you?”
This is where I get the “duh” look. “I’m a SAMDragon.”
“Oh. What do SamDragons do?”
“Ummm ... they fight the JimmyMonster!”