Cohen and I went for a walk this morning. We went to all the usual places including the "bark" to see the "meows" and down the road to see the "whussy" and the "geese". Cohen decided he wanted out of the "walk" (which is what he calls the stroller). He was running along next to me and I was cheering him on, telling him how fast he was when he suddenly ran smack into the back of a parked car! How he didn't see it, I have no idea. It was funny because he wasn't hurt but he cried anyway, out of shock and embarrassment I think!