Roads

Dum … dum… dum …
What’s he doing this time ?
I found him cross-legged on the floor, with a pen in his hand , pounding on a long piece of thermocol. Yesterday he was riding his cars on it, claiming it to be his superfast race car road. What could this be ? He is carving out little pieces from here and there and studying his handiwork like a pro. What to do ?
Obviously he is trying to make something. Let me ask him first before I give him a lecture about this mess. “What is this, dear ?” Beaming with pride, he answered innocently , “This is how the roads are here , Mom.”