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Oh, she rides. No way I'd have her walk. I park next to the cart carrel and she goes straight from the car seat into the cart for ultimate safety in the parking lot.Do you let her walk or does she ride? I would have lost my mind if DS was on foot at that age. He was just too excitable and distracted. One of my favorite memories though he must have been 4 and I turned around to find him instead of standing on the rail at the bottom of the cart he was folded over the side like a wet rag!
Some man saw him at the same time and just bust out laughing. We were both not sure how that didn’t hurt with those metal carts! Whatever he was fiddling with must have been a good enough distraction.
And that was far preferable to the time he managed to cover himself in scented body power when he bumped into a hanging rack with one on it with no lid!
Another J being friendly story. We took a walk to get out of the house last Saturday. She'd gotten her face painted at the farmer's market that morning and this older gentleman walking his dog told her he liked it. And she said, I kid you not, "Tank you, Tanta". Like he didn't even have a beard, but I guess any old man who isn't grandpa is Santa.