I see them on the way to Tim Horton's dragged along in elaborate multicoloured contraptions gazing here and there faces bewildered blank or pushed in strollers bundled up against a breeze. Do they wear shoes? Can they tie their shoes? Do they fall down? Get dirty? Get lost? Here comes another one a little potentate in a plastic wagon patiently anticipating his timbits hauled along by his distracted mother. Enclosing our garden is a low row of ceramic brick just the right height for hopping up and balancing along and not long ago they couldn't resist but now they can't see it down there. Just as well really. You never know. They might stumble.
