Entry FeedOn our walk today along Bloor Street, daughter pushed her stroller with her "baby" (doll) inside. She is a pretty good walker, but a few times I had to remind her stop at corners or watch out for things.
Except she took out a homeless man. He was stumbling along, disheveled, smelly, in a winter jacket and likely sobriety-challenged. For some odd reason, Daughter suddenly veered left and caught him right in the ankle with her doll stroller. He tripped, but didn't fall, and then gave Daughter a very dirty look and mumbled some vague obscenities under his 90 proof breath. She hadn't actually hit him very hard, but I think she just threw off his stroll. Daughter walked on, oblivious to the destruction of her path.
Now, this is where I am evil I didn't say anything to her. Later, when she bashed her stroller straight into a sandwich board, I told her to be careful. I wasn't worried that she would hurt herself, just that she would wreck the stroller or the sign. See? Evil, aren't I? She practically injures an innocent homeless man and I say nothing, but crashing into some plywood and I tell her to be careful.
Later I was pleased at how my brain worked faster than my mouth. We passed someone, dressed to the nines, and one of the only women of a certain age without either a baby bump or a stroller. I wasn't sure if she was a transvestite or simply too enthusiastic about make-up and accessories, so I said, "Honey! Watch out for the people walking on the street!" Pretty proud of myself for avoiding that potentially dangerous situation there.
As adults, saying, "Watch out of that woman!" would have worked equally well for transvestite or badly dressed female; with kids you just never know. They are so quick to point out errors, they may have instead yelled, "That's not a woman! That's a man dressed like a woman."
At least I avoided one potential pitfall on our walk.
LOL!
It's amazing the small victories eh?
Thanks for the giggle today!