Sometimes it’s difficult to be a toddler. You have short legs, you have limited funds, and you have trouble making your way through crowds on your own.
“Perhaps my lazy father is right,” thought Abby. I had considered this very Papa project last summer.
Jim was difficult to control at first. Abby had quite a bit of trouble steering him by his hat, and she nearly toppled off several Marblehead sidewalks and piers.
Within a month, however, Jim was quite broken, and Abby could easily maneuver him (by two baby hands full of endangered Papa hair) from ice cream shop to toy shop as necessary.
