“Mom, let’s first go to the most important thing.” My four-year-old son Alt pulls me by the arm. I secretly want to turn to the right to catch a glimpse of the cute polar bear twins. But Alt tells me to keep walking. He’s right. We’re at the Zoo to see the newborn baby elephant. Not the polar bear twins, so we keep walking.
Alt shows me something very important here: to go to the most important thing first and not try to fit in more through the back door.