Carrying Wet Pooh

Will and I decided to go walking today, and at the last moment he decided to push a plastic shopping cart with a HUGE Pooh Bear in it. We went up the hill to the stop sign; it's about 1/4 of a mile and back.

Will would run back and forth in a zig zag pattern as fast as he could. He and Pooh got dumped out several times. Once, Will wanted to just leave Pooh in someones yard for us to come back for later. I had to explain that poeple don't like strange Pooh in their yards; they find it offensive.

We continued our walk will little mishap, other than every time a car would drive by Will would start acting like he was going to jump in front of it. I make him pull to a stop each time a car comes and I think he was doing a Ready, Mark, Set, Go type thing. But he'd look them head on and do little lunges toward the road. They all avoided us like the plaque.

On our way back down the hill, Will realized he could let the basket go and it would run off by himself. He LOVED this and an akward game of chase started. Once he lost control of it and tripped and the basket hit a bump making it run across the road and into someone yard where the sprinkler was on. The worse was not the sprinker but that a van was on the way up the hill and Will's first response was to catch Pooh.

I yelled at him and he stopped; in the middle of the road. The driver of the van was so freaked he refused to move until I got Will, walked over to get Pooh, and crossed back over to the side we were orignally on. Then he pulled up to me and rolled his window down.

"I thought it was a real baby," he told me. "I was half way out of the van when I noticed it was just Pooh." Seeing his red complexion and hearing his uneven breathing I realized it wasn't politeness that had him waiting; we nearly gave the poor guy a heart attach.

The rest of the walk home was pretty uneventfuly. About a block from the house Will yanked Pooh from his cart and gave him to me. He was tired of Pooh and off he went at a full run.

So I carried wet Pooh home.