It was a busy day. It's 11:38 PM ET and we're exhausted.
Quick re-cap:
Early to rise with this darn time and time zone change
Daddy worked
Da Da and JH played and took a walk (it was 70 in Chicago today)
After work we went to the park - quick story:
There was a man swinging with a 8 year old boy at the park and JH picked the swing next to them. When JH gets off the swing he doesn't look and walked in front of the man swinging. We caught him before the man hit him so it all seemed okay but the man looked agitated. The next thing I noticed was the man following JH up the ladder to the slide and then he turned around and walked back down. At this point I was freaking-out! THEN I noticed that the man was with a group of mentally challenged adults. JH ran by him again towards a different slide and he got up and started walking towards JH again and Rick and I bolted between them; at the same time one of his caretakers yelled his name and he returned to the swing. We moved JH to another part of the park and noticed the man was watching his every move and we immediately left. The scary thing was he started approaching other kids too and the swing-set was empty. I don't think we'll be using that park again.
Anyway, after my condo budget meeting we loaded up the car and headed back to MI so we can enjoy my day off tomorrow. Please ignore the multiple run-on sentences above and the fragmented thoughts.
Re: The park thing.
ReplyDeleteSo the day after this happened to you guys, it happened to us at Ikea! I was glad I'd just read this because I figured it out much quicker than if I hadn't read it. :) We had just walked in, I had Hadrian in the Bjorn and a guy came up and tried to put his hand on Hadrian's head. Right before he set it down I quickly turned away and kind of smiled without making eye contact. So I walked up to Adam and told him. We were trying to go look at a couch, but had to walk past it as the guy was now following us. As long as we were in eyesight he seemed encouraged to keep following us, so we hid in a vignette until he went back. Because I read your story I figured it out in the one second I got to look at him (he didn't immediately appear mentally challenged). Anyway, I kept thinking, where is his caretaker, like in Jonathan's story? I don't know if he had one. I felt bad because I didn't want to be disrespectful, rude, or insensitive to his disabilities, but generally one doesn't want strangers touching their babies, exposing them to germs, and I couldn't be sure that he wouldn't be to aggressive. It's all awkward...