So today, among other things, I got to see a small child nearly get run over by a bus. How was your day?
We were taking our lunch break outside this morning. The automatic entrance doors thrust open, and out darted a small child, maybe 3 or 4 years old. Lagging behind him was somebody I assumed to be his mother, carrying a small shopping bag and yelling at the child to stop running.
He ran out into the parking lot--right in front of a city bus approaching.
That kid's just lucky the bus's brakes worked well and driver wasn't a maniac, as some of our local bus drivers seem to be.
Of course, no attempt made by the mother to keep the close to her, such as making him hold her hand. Just a bunch of hollering.
Then, back in the store after break, a toddler standing up in a shopping cart which was being orbited by two other small, but older children. Some distance away was a woman I assumed to be their mother, leisurely examining storage carts in our back to campus department.
In this department we have a table set up with metal mesh bins holding a variety of small dorm items like duct tape, power strips, and 3M Command hooks. The child in the cart leaned over the side, thus tipping the cart and sending her crashing to the ground. On the way down, the poor kid hit her head on the table.

And then started wailing.
Did mother rush over to make sure her youngest was okay? Nah. She settled for hollering at the two other kids for not watching the little one. As opposed to sitting the toddler in the fold-out seat in the cart and buckling the safety belt. But that would be, well, parenting.
We were taking our lunch break outside this morning. The automatic entrance doors thrust open, and out darted a small child, maybe 3 or 4 years old. Lagging behind him was somebody I assumed to be his mother, carrying a small shopping bag and yelling at the child to stop running.
He ran out into the parking lot--right in front of a city bus approaching.

Of course, no attempt made by the mother to keep the close to her, such as making him hold her hand. Just a bunch of hollering.
Then, back in the store after break, a toddler standing up in a shopping cart which was being orbited by two other small, but older children. Some distance away was a woman I assumed to be their mother, leisurely examining storage carts in our back to campus department.
In this department we have a table set up with metal mesh bins holding a variety of small dorm items like duct tape, power strips, and 3M Command hooks. The child in the cart leaned over the side, thus tipping the cart and sending her crashing to the ground. On the way down, the poor kid hit her head on the table.


And then started wailing.
Did mother rush over to make sure her youngest was okay? Nah. She settled for hollering at the two other kids for not watching the little one. As opposed to sitting the toddler in the fold-out seat in the cart and buckling the safety belt. But that would be, well, parenting.
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