Before I became a parent, I made a lot of blanket statements about what I would and wouldn’t do should that day come.
At the top of the list? Putting a leash on my child.
A year and a half in, dealing with an unruly toddler who would like nothing more than to run into traffic or down a spiral staircase or into the maws of a giant piece of machinery, I am thisclose to putting the kid in a cat carrier.
And after the incident last weekend, a leash is starting to seem like the most reasonable thing in the world.