Harsh life lesson

Tonight we sold Ella’s first walker. She was never ecstatic about it, but she had a few rousing jousts, a few good bumps, and lots of electronic classical music sessions. Oddly enough, when I got it out to sell it, she fell in love with it. Every time we were in the room with it, Ella was climbing in to the hanging webbed seat. She drove it around, played with the spinners, and banged on the buttons that released canned Baroque favorites to flashing lights. Of all her noise-making toys, it was probably my favorite.

Now it’s gone and I’m the bastard that sold it. To soften the blow, I took her in to the next room while the new owners carried it away. I’m sure I’ll pay for it later. Like when she’s 16.