Yesterday, specifically.
We were on the way back from the Mickey and there was a woman with two young boys around three and five on the elevator with us. The three year old had a tendency to wander (I know you’re as shocked as I was).
The elevator door opened at a floor different than the one the mother intended to get off on. The three year old walked right out of the elevator onto the floor and never looked back.
“STEVEN, YOU GET BACK IN HERE! NEVERMIND, YOU JUST GO ON OUT THERE! BYE!”
I think if I’d been Steven I would have taken my chances and hoped she was earnest about her threat offer. But he responded to his mother and returned to the elevator car.
“When we get your daddy out of jail I’m gon’ see if they’ll take you!” she told him after he returned.
By now it was our turn to get off.
As we left, I resisted a strong urge to ask Steven if wanted to go with me.
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