DAILY SNACK:
Bad Mother Edition
I pushed my three-year-old in the stroller.
The baby was tucked into the wrap.
They were both asleep,
And I was motoring up Yonge Street.
“Wait!” A woman cried.
I stopped short, on edge.
“Your baby is falling out.”
“No. She’s not.”
“Oh, I see. Well, cover her head. It’s windy.”
I almost hit her.
And, out of spite, I did not cover my baby’s head.
Even though it was windy.