Our daughter is a runner. As in she is one of those kids who just bolts. Randomly. In public places. Like IKEA. IKEA was pretty much the last straw for her and Dad, so we had to do something to keep her safe.
I really hate the idea of a kid leash. It just seems so demeaning. Even with a cute animal backpack kinda thing it's still a leash. Like for a dog. My daughter shares this sense of horror. No doubt she got it from me and my reminders to stay close or she would have to get a leash like the neighbor's dog.
Anyway, to spare her and me from the kid leash I made a Mom handle. It's all in the name. This child also has quiet rest time in bed during which she often sleeps. Her baby brother takes naps.
(that's us, me and the one called Pie)
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