It was a bright, bustling morning when Cubis decided he would be the driver for the day. With his tiny helmet strapped on and his determined little face, he hopped onto the scooter, patting the seat behind him. “Come on, Dad,” he seemed to say, “I’ll take you on an adventure!”
Dad laughed, amused by his son’s eagerness, and climbed on. “Alright, Captain Cubis, where to?” Cubis didn’t hesitate. He pointed forward dramatically, as if he knew every street and turn in the city. The mission was clear: find the perfect coffee shop for Dad.
The scooter hummed along as they weaved through busy streets. Cubis, perched proudly at the handlebars, looked around like a seasoned tour guide. Every time they passed a small café, he would shake his head, deciding it wasn’t “the one.” Dad couldn’t help but smile at his seriousness. To Cubis, this wasn’t just about coffee—it was about choosing the best spot for his father.
They zipped past parks, honking cars, and rows of colorful shops. At one point, Cubis pulled over in front of a bakery, certain they had found the right place. But when Dad reminded him that the smell was bread, not coffee, Cubis giggled and shrugged, ready to continue the hunt.
Finally, after what felt like the whole city tour, Cubis spotted a cozy corner café with warm lights glowing from the windows. He pointed excitedly, bouncing on the scooter seat. Dad nodded in agreement—it looked perfect. They parked, and Cubis proudly marched ahead as if he had discovered hidden treasure.
Inside, Dad enjoyed his steaming cup of coffee while Cubis nibbled on a muffin, satisfied with his choice. His little chest puffed with pride; he had accomplished the mission.
That morning wasn’t just about coffee. It was about Cubis showing Dad the world through his own adventurous eyes. And for Dad, no coffee would ever taste as good as the one found on that scooter ride with his little guide.
