 Our Morning Walk through Town! | |
This morning I took Lucy in the double-jogger to pick Molly up from school, which is a bit over a mile away. When we were loading up the coach to return, Lucy reached up to be carried. I told her she could sit in the coach or walk. She wanted to be carried. So, we sat on a bench for a few minutes because I was thinking she'd forget her demand and sit in the coach. No luck.
I started walking, Lucy is running behind me, arms stretched above her, yelling, "Mammy! Mammy!" I explained again and again, "Walk or get in the coach. I am not carrying you!" She will not hear it, so I just start walking and she is just running behind me and yelling, all beet-faced and wild-haired. There was no way I am carrying her all of the way home and pushing Molly, especially because my chest is sore from my biopsy. I figured she would tire out.
Quarter mile into the walk: same thing. Refuses to get in the coach and wants to be carried. She also refuses to hold my hand crossing the street and goes boneless when I try to make her. So I have to carry her across the street. We are approaching Main Street and she falls and skins her knee. We sit on a bench and there is blood on my pants from her knee. We clean it up with a wipe, kiss it and start to go. Hell breaks loose all over again.
Half-mile into the walk: All of the shops have their doors open because it is such a beautiful day. Lucy's still doing the "Mammy! Mammy!" routine but now sits down in the middle of the sidewalk every now and then to be carried, which I ignore. Merchants are coming out to see what is wrong with this child. Fortunately, they smile at me sympathetically.
Three-quarters of a mile down: Lucy is still going strong. Now Molly is pissed and is yelling at Lucy every dozen yards, "Lucy! If you were in the coach, we'd be at the school by now...the playground by now...our street by now...I'd be watching TV by now!" A lady comes out of her house with Gerber puffs. Lucy screams NOOOOOOOOO! at her when the lady tries to give them to her. Then she says, "Oh, her knee is bleeding! Poor baby skinned her knee!" "No," I reply. "That's from a 1/2 mile ago. This has been going on for a while!" I get my first really nasty look...at least to my face!
Home sweet home: She cries her rotten little-a$$ all of the way into the house. She just walked over a mile while screaming. I tell Molly this was a very good example of "stubborn" since I was trying to explain it to her last night and couldn't come up with a good example. We get in the house and Lucy immediately stops crying and says, "Duice! Peeeeeeeese!" and is fine after drinking her juice. She has stamina, I'll give her that. | 
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