I went into the kitchen and put dinner in the oven and set the timer.

When I returned, Kevin looked more composed. “Do you want to try out the wheelchair,” I asked consciously avoiding calling it a stroller.

“Um okay, could we keep it in the house though? I’d rather not have the neighbors see me in it.”

“Sure.” I picked Kevin up and placed him in the seat.

One thing that was different between it and a regular stroller was that the seat was higher off the ground. I pointed this out to him and said, “You’ll be able to see things better.”

“Yeah.”

“Let’s see how this rolls.” I said and began to push forward only to find that it wouldn’t move. I looked to see if it had wheels were locked and they weren’t.