I'm flying to Florida this Monday and am still on the lookout for little bits and bobs to keep him entertained on the flight, so whilst out and about this morning I was drawn by the table outside the charity shop with loads of bags of plasticy bits and bobs for 20p a pop.
I parked up the buggy (was walking dog so despite protests, he was in it) and had a rummage.
I became aware of someone sounding their horn and turned round - the brake had slipped off my buggy (I can't have put it on properly as it's a mountain buggy and they don't slip if on properly) and my son had apparently gently wheeled backwards, across the pavement, over the kerb and into the middle of the road, where he was sat, quietly calling "mummy, help!"
Luckily, a man had seen him set off from across the road and was still running when he swept him out of the carriageway.
How bad is that? I still get a bit upset when I think about it this afternoon. Please regale me with stories of how I am not a dunderhead of the first order. I feel crap