Yesterday, as I was leaving Walmart, our second home, Bo was strapped in the cart and Grey was walking. (The older boys always want to"walk inside.”)
I saw the mom of a boy in Sam's class and stopped to talk to her right outside, in the overhang area.
Grey was apparently bored and darted out towards the parking lot, right by the pedestrian crosswalk just as a car was coming by.
I had to run to catch him. Like, the scary move quickly run…not a leisurely jog.
I grabbed him under his arms and whipped him back to safety.
Too close, I tell myself, that was too freakin' close.
It could happen so fast.