Monday, September 1, 2014
The story about the time your pram rolled away
Once, when you were a tiny baby, we took you to the markets to go shopping and your pram rolled away! What happened was that I was pushing your pram with you inside, then your mama asked me to choose some mandarins. So I let go of your pram, took a shopping bag, and started to choose the juiciest, yummiest mandarins. But I didn't notice that your pram had started to roll away.
It rolled past the fruit shop. It rolled past the vegetable shop. It rolled past the mushroom shop. "Hey that pram is rolling away!" called the stall-holders.
It rolled past the chocolate shop. It rolled past the coffee shop. It rolled past the deli. "Won't somebody think of the children?" wailed the balloon-twister.
It rolled past the fish shop. It rolled past the chicken shop. It rolled past the bakery. "Oh the humanity!" cried the shoppers.
And it rolled all the way over the lift, and rolled right through the open doors. And then, you reached out your tiny baby hand and pushed the button for the 3rd floor, where our car was parked. Up, up, up, went the lift, and when it reached the third floor, your pram rolled right out the door and into the car park.
It rolled past the red car. It rolled past the yellow car. It rolled past the white car. But it didn't stop.
It rolled past the blue car. It rolled past the black car. It rolled right up to the grey car and, bump, it stopped.
And your mama and I brought our shopping back to the car. Mama was cranky with me even though I had chosen very good mandarins because I was supposed to be looking after you and I had lost you and I didn't know where you had gone. But then, when we got back to our grey car, there you were, in your pram beside our car, waiting happily for us to get back.
And we were so happy that we gave you lots of cuddles and kisses and nobody was sad or cranky anymore, and we all ate mandarins together.