The stroller glided easily over the pavement, and my daughter’s hair blew gently in the wind as my pace quickened.
I could feel my heart pumping faster and faster as my lungs worked harder and harder as we rounded the final curve of the paved track at the park.
My daughter had to use the bathroom, and of course, there was not a working toilet anywhere in sight. Being only three, and a total pain in the ass when it comes to the potty, she had already told me that she wasn’t going to be popping a squat and given the choice, she’d be peeing in her pants over doing it in the grass.
Fair enough, I supposed.
Very few things could make me move this fast (like being chased by a rabid animal or masked assailant for example), but my desire to not have to remove, clean, and reinstall the car seat and cover was also one of them.
This entire situation was created the minute I stepped out the door without my diaper bag, which no longer carries diapers, but does hold extra clothes for the entire family.
I was kicking myself – I never leave home without that bag…well, almost never.
I was so focused on making my body move faster (without causing my almost certain death), and mentally scolding myself for the forgotten bag, as my daughter sat casually and ready to pee in her pants at any moment, that I almost didn’t hear my name being called from down the parking lot’s aisle.
“Susan, hi! Susan!” the familiar voice called.
She nodded her head in lieu of waving her hands because she was still attempting to secure her baby’s infant seat into his stroller.
Not wanting to be rude, I passed our car to go over for a quick hello.
“I only have a second,” I explained, “Cecilia has to use the potty…”
“No, I don’t,” she said from her seat in the stroller.
Thinking she had just peed in the stroller, I whipped around in front to find a relaxed toddler looking at me like I was crazy. She knew I had assumed the worst and remarked as casually as could be, “I just don’t have to go anymore, Mom. Okay?”
I wasn’t totally buying it, but I exchanged a more relaxed hello with my friend anyway. After a couple minutes she asked about my stroller, as she continued to fuss with her own. “I can’t wait until the baby is a little bigger, so I can get a jogging stroller too,” she explained. “Do you run with yours a lot?”
I laughed out loud.
“No, just this once, and only because she claimed to have to pee really bad,” I said still laughing. “Oh wait! One time I hit an almost jog when we heard the ice cream truck a block over. That was a close one…” I recalled.
I guess I had been moving at a brisk pace as I entered the parking lot into her view, but I would have thought that our long years of friendship, my labored breathing, tacky pulse and jiggly thighs would have been good indicators that I had not secretly taking up jogging with – or without – the jogging stroller.
We talked a minute more before Cecilia announced she had to pee again, and I joked that I was not going to join a yoga class after we found a potty and I motioned to my yoga pants…
And on the way home I started thinking about some other products that I own that could lead people to make false assumptions. Here’s a just a few…
What about you? Do you have any products or apparel that might lead to false assumptions? Leave me a comment and let me know!