Over the weekend, we went to the playground. It was a good thing we did, as we got to run around and climb the slide and generally be silly, and the very next day we got 7 inches of snow. Which is hard to push Voldemort’s scooter through.
But while we were there, and right before we were leaving, a strange thing happened.
Now, we’re no strangers to walking up to random people and making odd requests, but this one left Brandus and I both feeling…weird.
Voldemort was running in circles, and I was heading for the path home, when a man came up to me – older, smiley, average looking – and asked to borrow the kid.
Which isn’t the weirdest thing we’ve ever heard, so I just waited, and he explained – he had locked his keys in his truck, but the back window (the one over the bed) was open, and would we mind if he borrowed Voldemort to see if the kid could fit in the window and crawl in and get the keys. And in return, he would let Voldemort get something out of his “grab box” in the back of the truck.
Brandus and I looked at each other.
With both of us there, there wasn’t really any reason to say no, and it wasn’t like we wouldn’t be RIGHT THERE.
So, we shoved kiddo through the back window, and he grabbed the keys, handed them to the guy, and the guy popped open the door.
And kid got a matchbox car and some kind of Power Rangers toy from McDonalds, and later, a focused discussion as to why he would never ever do something like that without me or Brandus RIGHT THERE to say it was ok.