“It looks kind of like a stroller,” Kevin said.
“Ya think so?” I asked, knowing full well that that was exactly what it looked like, an oversized toddlers stroller.
“I thought this was a wheelchair.”
“It is.”
“Shouldn’t it have big back wheels that I could turn.”
“You only have one working arm. How would that work for you? You’d go around in circles.”
He laughed, “Yeah, I guess so.”
I looked at the description on the directions. “Lightweight, modern design…One hand opening…Special needs stroller…For children up to 100 lbs.”
“It’s a stroller,” I sighed. “Look if you don’t like it, we don’t need to use it. I’ll see if I can rent something from one of the pharmacies in town.”
“No, I think it’ll be okay.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah, why not?”
And at that moment. Terri called.
