unfortunately I can relate - although not on the way to particularly anywhere just a walk with both kids. I ended up carrying a scooter over my shoulder and bending down to push a 3y/o’s bike…
This story is so unAmerican, I can’t even follow what is going on. Translation?
The ChatGTP translation for Americans:
This morning was a full-blown suburban Olympics on the way to preschool.
Kid wakes up with big scooter dreams. We barely make it down the driveway before he changes his mind: “No scooter! Stroller!” Cool. So now I’m pushing the stroller with a diaper bag swinging off the handle like it’s trying to fight me. He hops in. Two minutes later? “Actually… scooter.” Classic.
Now I’m pushing the empty stroller, juggling the bag, and he’s scootering like a mini Tony Hawk. That lasts maybe 500 feet before he’s “sooooo tired” and wants back in. So guess who’s carrying a scooter, pushing a stroller, and already questioning life choices? This guy.
Then comes the poop situation.
We pull over for an emergency grassy field bathroom attempt. Pants off. Nothing. (Mind you, we were already late because he did a 15-minute fake poop session at home too.)
Now he refuses everything. Doesn’t want the stroller. Doesn’t want the scooter. Won’t walk. Won’t be carried. Just stands there, arms crossed like a tiny union worker on strike.
Eventually I scoop him up — full meltdown, flailing, screaming like I’m kidnapping him. I’ve got him in one arm, the scooter in the other, still pushing the stroller like a deranged octopus dad.
I finally strap him back in the stroller. Two seconds later? He’s trying to escape. One leg on the sidewalk, the other still in the stroller like he’s halfway into a getaway car.
Then — divine intervention — we pass the other preschool, and the kids are dressed as firefighters. Suddenly, he’s riveted. Climbs back in like a civilized citizen.
The rest of the trip? Just continuous low-level whining.
So now Mom gets to pick up the stroller AND the scooter from school later — sorry, babe.
And me? I’m parked in a café, mainlining espresso and pretending I’ve got it all together.
#DadLife #MorningWorkout #PreschoolChaos #IJustWantedCoffee
Actually it was a little car not a stroller.
Is that car self driving or how does it move?
Ok, I see where the confusion is. So it’s apparently called a push car:
The parent pushes it and steers it on the back of the car with this stick.
Ah, I understand. There’s also versions of this type of car with a battery and a small electric motor that allow the child to “drive” at roughly the speed a grown up person would walk.
Thank you!
