A toddler trundled out of a coffee shop and headed, wobbling, for the street as Flip and I passed by.
I stopped and looked around.
"Wait a minute! I don't see an adult with this child," I said.
I planted myself in front of her and squatted, "Where's your mama?"
She tried to continue her lemming-like trajectory toward the nice moving cars.
I placed my hand on her shoulder and said, "Let's find your parents" as I guided her gently toward the restaurant. We met an angry woman with a stroller coming out who glared at me and said, "Get away from her!"
"She was nearly in the street," I said.
She snatched the child roughly, shoved her into the stroller and strode off in the other direction.
Point taken, lady. You would rather see your baby become roadkill than accept help from a stranger. It takes a village indeed.
Quick! Get the license number on that stroller.
(And you thought this was going to be about Sarah Palin, didn't you?)