The world

He had a rope around his waist that dragged behind him, and some kind of makeshift, pretend weapon in his left hand. Either he had managed to escape his parent's laso, or had the poor kid had run out of belts. If I remember correctly the kid's name is Bo, or maybe Bobo. On his face was a look that all kids seem to share when in their imaginative element-- extreme pensive concentration. He was probably fighting a dragon. 

All this I gathered in the one and a half seconds that had elapsed since the brave warrior first came into view. The way I saw it, the dragon was lying in the middle of the road, and because I was driving on that road, and because the three year-old knight was on course to slay the tremendous, fiery beast, there was going to be problems. He was so resolute, carried himself like people do when in charge, like the president. President Bobo, please mind the road. And he did: stopped, examined my half ton locomotive machine of hot, pumping metal; and reconsidered-- he was going to need a hell of a lot more than a string belt.

Then in a blink, as the "wshhh" of my car brought him out of his world and into mine: another day of driving to places, another day I'll probably forget. He raised his hand and gave a furry of exuberant, full-body, rapturous waves accompanied by an absolutely booming smile, which cheered " I'm ecstatic to see you!" I mean the kid really went all out, like he'd been waiting for me all day and finally to his glee I had arrived. I couldn't help but beam, all teeth, right back at him. Thanks little dude.