Baby brother

W and I often take walks around our neighborhood and sometimes we end up at the playground behind the elementary school across the street from our house. We have one of those jogging strollers that makes pushing a stroller really nice and the ride for W a little smoother. Well, we've developed a habit of W getting to push the stroller home from the playground. He loves to push the stroller and throws a big fit if he doesn't get to. I've learned to choose my battles so this is one battle I choose not to fight. I have often wondered what people think about seeing this little guy pushing this stroller twice his size all the way down the street with me walking in front of him leading the way. I've also wondered if people understand that I'm not making him do that, he wants to do it. Well, my suspicions were proven correct the other day and an even more ridiculous assumption was lumped with that one.
My friend Anne's husband is the custodian at that school and I often see him working so we wave and sometimes stop for small talk. Well, this summer they have been doing construction inside the school and there's been several crews of men in and out of the school working on it. Anne saw me the other day and said, "Boy do I have a story for you!" Apparently one of the construction workers said in passing to my friend the custodian, "Did you see that girl out there, making her baby brother push that big stroller?!" All my friend could do was laugh and say, "Uh, that's actually her son and she's got another one on the way!" So putting aside the ridiculous assumption that my son looks like my baby brother, I guess people really do assume that I'm making him push the stroller! Maybe that's one battle I really do need to start fighting.