Ugh

[billroper]

My throat is now annoyingly uncomfortable. Not necessarily exactly sore, but it certainly hurts when I swallow. *sigh*

I took the girls out to Woodfield Mall to meet daisy_knotwise at Red Robin for dinner after her session with janmagic. I got the world's best parking space in front of Macy's, which was good. Unfortunately, once we got into the mall proper, Katie set off at a faster pace than Julie could manage and vanished into the distance.

When I didn't find her at the restaurant, I became severely worried and called Gretchen, who was just parking the car and told her that we had a problem and that I'd meet her at a particular junction inside the mall.

And just then, Katie wandered up and said, "Where were you?"

Yes, dear. That's pretty much what I was thinking.

I like the fact that Katie's independent. This was a bit too independent.

Comments

[mbcrui.livejournal.com]

I'd suggest a lease. Seriously... we had a little wrist band that would fasten around Pat's wrist and the adult wrist, giving him independent movement in a limited area. Having spent 2 hours at a mall looking for Kate (who'd found a model train display and was happily engaged) when she was 2, I know how terrifying it is to lose a kid... Pat liked it because then *I* didn't get "lost" either.

[johnridley.livejournal.com]

Heh, I didn't know you could just lease kids :)
Both of our kids were in harnesses and leashes until they were 2 or so (once they started to walk). Tom wouldn't be alive today if he hadn't been on a leash. He and I were walking down the sidewalk in AA once when he was probably about 3, and he decided to take a right and step out onto the street from behind a Jersey barrier (which totally hid him from view of traffic) - straight into the path of a car that was doing 30 and wasn't 20 feet away. He wasn't happy when he suddenly found himself jerked hard, going airborne backwards about 3 feet and landing on his butt, but had he not been on a leash, he would have been dead.

[jeff-duntemann.livejournal.com]

Worry maybe a little less. Independence is less dangerous when welded to intelligence, and Katie seems to have more than enough of that.

When I was 8, I rode my new Schwinn bike four long blocks east and crossed Harlem Avenue...to see a girl. I don't remember if my mother knew. However, I'll readily admit that there were a lot fewer cars in the world in 1961.