Whose Kid is it Anyway?

I was reading the May issue of Writer's Digest Magazine while sitting on the steps of my mom's NY home. My grandmother was standing between the two doors that lead to the apartment, peeking out as if to spy on someone. She was merely trying to stay away from the cold weather, except it was about 75 degrees out.

Anyway, two kids were walking up the steep block and grandma noticed that they were practically walking alone. There was a lady walking about fifty feet ahead of them, who never turned to look back. There was a man walking about fifty feet behind them, never saying a word. The kids were probably between three and five. Grandma and I continue to--well--stare. I watched them walk up the block until I could no longer see them.

We were so curious as to whose kids they were. If they belonged to the woman, she never turned to look back. Was she mad? Did she not realized she was walking the dangerous streets of New York? If they belonged to him, then he was watching them. So, everything would have been okay after all.

The moral of this non-sense story is, don't be so nosy. You never know what the heck is going on.
And for those of you who let your kids walk behind you, DON'T! You never know what the heck is going on.

Okay then! This seemed pointless.
Bye-bye now!