After our weekend in Portland, going to Oktoberfest and Polish Fest, I came to a realization. We saw lots of families and kids. And lots of babies. A whole lot of babies.
But if you ever wanted to see the embodiment of pure, unbridled joy, get a look at a toddler’s face as she breaks away from her parents and runs off. Running in that half-formed penguin waddle.
We saw a lot of kids over the weekend. And every kid I saw running away from her parents was the happiest kid on the planet. The parents may not have been happy, of course, chasing their little wiggle worms all over crowded festivals.
I know it’s none of my business and I’d probably get arrested, but I almost wanted to encourage and cheer those kids. “Run, little one, run!” There’s nothing happier than an untethered kid making a break for it with their own two feet.
I say this as an adult who does not have kids. I’m sure any parent who reads this wouldn’t mind trying to punch me in the face. But they’d have to catch me first.