In my naivete, I didn’t stop to think that this was a little boy who lived in the inner city. He had never been in a vehicle except a taxi, or a bus – sitting on his Mom’s lap.
It’s against the law in Canada to transport a child in a private vehicle unless the child is buckled in to a car seat. This little guy was not used to car seats and seat belts. The drive home on the day we picked him up should have been a warning to me. He howled and he screamed.
I, however, was living in a world of dreams. I was confident that little Jesse would have a wonderful time on our bike ride. It was going to be perfect. Fresh air. Sunshine. All kids love a bike ride, right?
So there we were. Our Girls’ Day Out had arrived. I unloaded my bike and our children’s trailer from the back of our van, and now I just needed to buckle little Jesse in and off we would go.
Jesse had other ideas.
“Hop in, honey,” I said, with a smile.
Jesse furrowed his eyebrows until his two eyebrows became one, and he glared at me.
I tried again. “Hop in, sweetie.” I patted the seat where he was supposed to sit. He pushed his eyebrows farther down, and his bottom lip farther out.
The others waited patiently while I tried to coax him into the trailer. I tried Cheerios; I tried stuffed toys; I tried fruit snacks. He ate the Cheerios, held the stuffed toys tightly, and stuffed the fruit snacks into his pockets. He stood immoveable, glaring at me.
Continue to Part 3 – getting little Jesse into the trailer