“Daddy, hold me,” the little boy said. “I wanna see over the top.”
“Are you sure?” asked his father. “If I hold you up, you'll miss something important.”
“Well...every year when my dad and I came here, I would stand in this exact same spot. I could tell I had grown because I was closer to the top.”
The little boy thought a few seconds.
“I think I’ll wait, too,” he said.
They watched the waves for a while. Then the boy looked up at this father.
“Daddy, if you can see over the top, then that means you have stopped growing. Is that right?”
“That’s right. So if I want to keep on growing, I need to change how I see things.”
The father crouched down by his son and looked over the water.
“There” he said. “Now I see another way.”
Flash fiction prompt provided bywednesday.