First in Line

One of the relatively few disadvantages of living in Bukit Antarabangsa is the morning traffic. Since we live on a hill, and it is entirely residential, each morning, the entire hill gets in line to go down one of the two roads that go off the hill. Obviously, quite a back-up invariably occurs.


As a result, we try to leave by about 6:40 to avoid the worst of the traffic, which tends to back up the hill around 6:55.

Not that our son is competitive or anything, but he has recently been insisting that we should be "first in line." Apparently, being behind a bunch of cars as we make our way down the hill to where we merge into traffic isn't acceptable in the KG lexicon.

So after several days of insisting that we be "first in line," we told Reeve we would have to leave by 6:30 to try and be "first in line." If we thought he wouldn't want to get up early, that was no match for our firstborn's competitive desires.


So on Thursday morning, we were in the car at about 6:30 getting ready to head down the hill. At first, due to a magic trick by going slower than the pace of traffic, we were "first in our line" for much of the trip down the hill. Unfortunately, we ended up in a bit of a line at the very bottom of the hill -- and Reeve insisted that we try and leave EVEN EARLIER.

To this, the parents emphatically said, "no."

But I'm quite sure at some point, when there is a school holiday and traffic is light, we will make a BIG deal about trying to be first in line.

Meanwhile, our lives are mostly in a predictable pattern. We play on the playground. We play with the neighborhood kids (pictured at our back porch). We play on the street. We eat dinner. We go to school. Sigh. Tracy thought we needed to take pictures of the monkeys that were scrounging through the garbage at school, or the lizard that scampered through our front yard. Otherwise, it is more of the same in the Woodward Adventures & the Woodward blog.