I have walked a half-mile in Max's shoes. It took 40 minutes.
JB was pushing the double jogger and I was walking beside him around the park. But for some reason (the memory is fuzzy) JB may have let Max out to walk beside us. We now know a universal parenting truth: Once you let a child out of a stroller, there's no getting him back in.
Max loved it at first, scampering beside us as we powerwalked up the hill. But he kept lagging behind. JB told him "Mommy can't carry you. If you are tired, jump back in the stroller." "No! I'm fine!" He'd say and keep running.
Well, eventually JB just kept heading for home with Benny peering back at us, and Max and I meandered through the looonnnnggg route back.
It kind of went like this.
"I'm tired. Hold me. "
"I can't hold you, you weigh 50 pounds."
"Look momma, a rock!"
"Don't throw the rock. Ok, don't throw it again."
Some moments of peace, some walking.
"Wow, a tractor! Can I go over there?"
"No Max, let's keep walking this way to our house...."
"Oooohhh, a school bus, wow!"
"Yeah, it's yellow and rectangular."(A teaching moment. He wasn't listening.)
He saw a tractor. I don't think I can spell out the excitement over that one.
We passed the high school and some skateboarders. He stopped and stared.
"Let's keep going, Daddy is waiting for us."
We slowly start again.
He found a stick and stopped again to dig in the dirt. By now I'm looking at every passing car wondering if JB has come to rescue me. It's been a half-hour since we waved goodbye.
"C'mon Max, only a couple more blocks."
"But I have this stick! I have to dig!"
Not two seconds later: "Hold me mommy, I'm tired."
"I can't carry you, you weigh 50 pounds!"
Finally we made it. JB and Benny were looking out the window for us. Max took the stick into the bathtub with him. They both needed it.