My husband, daughter and I went out to lunch, to the mall and to a movie Sunday…and as usual, I saw a ton of things that made me think, “that needs to be blogged!” I see so many things around my neighborhood in Miami on a regular basis that I am thinking of starting a weekly post…”Things I see in Miami.”
Now, I realize as I type this that someone is going to be offended. If you use a leash for your child, well, then, we will just have to agree to disagree on parenting techniques. I never used a leash on my daughter, although she was a little hellion at that age. You know what I did? I carried her. And I chased her. And I held her hand. Because there was no way in hell that I was going to turn my back on my daughter for one second – not after what happened to Adam Walsh and Jimmy Ryce. I was dating Jimmy Ryce’s brother when he went missing. Knowing a family member of an abducted child, well, that shines a whole new light on the matter.
My issue with this is not the leash. Look at it. Two adults. One baby. Who is looking at the baby? NO ONE. Just because your child is tethered to your wrist doesn’t mean they are safe. Pay attention to your babies, people!
This is totally and completely awesome. When my daughter saw me trying to ninja cam this woman’s prosthetic leg, she thought I was being cruel and was going to make fun of her on Twitter (um, does she know me? That is 100% the opposite of who I am!), and I had to explain that I loved the SHOE. Yes, the colorful prosthetic leg is awesome, but that shoe? Well, that shoe is awesomesauce. I love it that this woman found a way to make herself feel stylish and cool, regardless of the fact that she lost her leg. God bless her heart!
What the eff, Kenneth Cole? While it’s true that “take it all off” may very well be the mentality of Miami natives because of the heat, it’s not appropriate to plaster this all over the wall of our mall.
So uncool. Our children see your big, blatant advertising. See that girl in the jeans and tee-shirt in the reflection of the mirror? That’s my 14-year-old daughter reading that advertisement. That’s not exactly the message I want her to see while we’re strolling through the mall on a Sunday afternoon.