We have a rule in parking lots. The Kidling must have physical contact with The Parent with whom she is walking. Typically, that means holding hands with The Mama or The Dada. When, for example, my hands are full, it occasionally means holding on to The Mama’s coat or purse.
Well, Alice was trying to push the limits the other day. I reminded her that she must stay with me in the parking lot. Alice replied:
“Yeah, because I could get smashed down. And then people would pick me up. Like Play-Doh.”
And that, dear one, is exactly why you must stay close. I don’t want a Play-Doh kid.