Every week during the summer, I take my kids on adventures. We go someplace we've never seen before. This week's adventure was to a museum. After we'd viewed the inside, we decided to wander around the outside. The grounds were quite extensive, and most of it was wooded. We followed a trail down into the quarry garden. After walking through that for about an hour, we decided we'd seen enough and made our way back to the museum building. Except we had a little problem. We saw the building, but we couldn't get to it because we were at the bottom of a vertical rock cliff.
"That's where we have to be," I said to my son. "But we have to find the way to get up there."
Bubba looked at me. "How about we climb the wall?"
"Did you bring any rock rappelling gear?" I asked.
He shook his head.
"Then we need a Plan B."
"We can walk around until we find a path that goes up. Follow me." Bubba led the way.
After about ten minutes of wandering, we found ourselves back at the same wall, looking up at the building.
"Dude," I said. "We're going with my plan: Plan C."
"What's that, Mama?"
"Find an intelligent person, and ask where the way out is." So that's what I did. I located a gardener, asked her how to get out (which was a rather complicated and ambiguous explanation), and navigated us out of that quarry garden.
When we were out, my son had this to say: "Mama, your Plan C was pretty good. Asking directions is a smart idea."
Let's hope he remembers that when he's an adult!