Today wasn't really bad, except that calls I hoped would happen were put off, and some calls that happened seemed to promise mirages. And Lisa hated some pages I wrote. And the Pikapie did her best to run out into traffic. I knew that you had to watch kids, and I'd noticed that she is not very good at responding to the word "No!", but I'd never seen a child toddle with such determination in the direction most likely to get her killed as fast as possible. Whee!
Nothing bad actually happened, she did not really get close to a moving car, and I think she did not much like the speed at which she was yanked back to the curb, or Daddy moaning in pain from his bad arm afterwards, so maybe she will pick up a small hesitation the next time. (I won't count on it, either.) But nearly getting your child killed does put a damper on your day.
I don't know how the parents of soldiers manage it.
Ahhh...the joys of parenthood. You start worrying about the little darlings when they're still just peanuts in the womb, and the fear/anxiety stays with you for the next 40 years of their lives.
Traffic, cliffs, open windows, large dogs, total strangers, shiny objects...they will wait for a moment of inattention and toddle off at twice the speed a parent is capable of at the moment. They instinctively wait for the moment of weakness and giggle and chirrup when caught. They see it all as a fun game of chase until they decide to turn it into hide and seek with the same blinding speed.
If you ever wondered when and why your parents got white hairs, now you know.
My mother used to have me on a leash (shove nasty comments in the appropriate orifice thank you!) which had a harness. I could walk around within five feet of her, but she always had me in sight and in control. I couldn't run off, which toddlers are wont to do.
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