Ben wanted to take his bike to nursery this morning. This is actually useful because it – generally – means that it’s easier to get him out of the house and get him to nursery in a timely fashion. I say usually because last time he faffed around so much that we missed the bus. Today, to avoid this, I left the house early. We ended up at the bus stop with about 10 minutes to kill so, instead of letting him ride up and down the sidewalk, I took him into the Tesco express car park because it would be easier to keep an eye on him and there would be less risk of him hurting himself.
As he’s riding along in circles at the far end of the car park, being a good boy and having fun, some yummy mummy drives up in a Land Rover that she obviously can’t park. I moved Ben out of the way when I saw her trying to park but apparently that wasn’t enough for the busybody woman because she made a detour to tell me that “it’s a bit of a bad idea, letting him ride in a busy car park, don’t you think?” and looking at me like I’m some sort of moron for letting him do it. Idiot woman. I was so gobsmacked by the cheek of it that I couldn’t even come up with anything to say.