We were at Camberwell Market on the weekend with a friend and Poss disappeared. One minute she was whining next to me about her legs hurting, the next minute she was gone. I was busy buying flowers, not watching closely enough and she wandered off.
It was busy and crowded. People everywhere, pushing and shoving. She was wearing bright colours, she should have stood out, but I couldn’t see her.
I calmly walked in one direction, scanning the crowd, while my friend did the same thing in the other direction.
I asked people “have you seen a little girl on a scooter?”. They shook their heads. My heart started to race and I wondered at what point I should ring Husband. Or the police.
About five minutes passed, then another five. We still couldn’t see her.
And just when my calm demeanour was about to desert me, she cruised out of Smiggle like nothing had happened.
Of course, in her mind it hadn’t.
When I told her how worried we were, that we thought she was lost, she replied “I wasn’t lost, I knew where I was”.
Logic that’s hard to argue with.
It’s ironic as I had just had the conversation with my friend about why we sometimes still long for a stroller for her – one that we can strap her into. Losing her at the market isn’t the first time it’s happened and despite numerous social stories on why she should stay near us, I suspect it won’t be the last.
Tell me, is she too old for a leash?