06-18-18
Pat and I were sitting on a low wall outside of the American Natural History museum, eating hotdogs when, THWAP!
I look up and there was a little boy lying belly down, sprawled out on the ground. He started to push himself up when his mom swooped up behind him and ripped him up off of the ground by his arm.
“I knew it,” she spat, “I fucking knew it.”
She pulled him out of the middle of the sidewalk to the wall where we were sitting, sat him down, squatted down next to him and started wiping off his shoes with a wet wipe. The whole time she was berating him for running.
“You can’t do things like that. That’s why you have glasses—Because you can’t see.”
His brother stood by looking scared.
The boy seemed like he was OK, he was getting up on his own. He only cried after his mom helped him up.