"I don't know," I said. "A lot of reasons, I suppose."
"Cars are boring."
"Sometimes," I agreed. "But maybe they are cold."
"They don't ride in summer, either. Is it almost summer?"
I couldn't help but laugh through my reply that, no, it was still winter for a while. And then spring. And then summer. He didn't seem to mind.
"We don't go over it," he explained. "We go through it."
He jutted his mittened hand forward for emphasis.
So we did.
We went through it.