Today I was walking behind a mother and a small child who couldn’t have been older than five. The child was walking in that syncopated gait that is instantly recognizable as a small child avoiding sidewalk cracks, which was completely adorable.
And then this adorable golden-haired child looked up at her mother and said in a completely even voice “Someday, I’ll step on it.”
That child is going places. Maybe jail. But places.