The Irony

That my child will not, will not, sit in a stroller for a walk. No, she must push it, and then become frustrated that she can't wield a contraption made for an adult.

And yet, she will ride in this, a doll carriage, for close to an hour.

Just watching the scene go by.

Stopping to talk to the neighbors out getting their mail or watering their lawns.

And of course, having her mama and daddy grab her some dandelions.