The Elliott Bay Water Taxi pulls into the dock.
A four-year old boy, to his mother: “Mommy, can we ride the Water Taxi?”
Mother: “No, not today, sweetie.”
A classic, four-year old tantrum ensues.
Can’t say I blame the kid.
writing. riding.
The Elliott Bay Water Taxi pulls into the dock.
A four-year old boy, to his mother: “Mommy, can we ride the Water Taxi?”
Mother: “No, not today, sweetie.”
A classic, four-year old tantrum ensues.
Can’t say I blame the kid.