As I looked down the long hallway with apartment doors along both sides, a door at the very end of the hall opened. I was using the floor scrubbing machine (with red flashing lights) so I couldn’t hear what the two little kids were saying but clearly they were concerned about the machine I was using or me. As I got closer, the boy, about 5, left the safety of his apartment and walked toward me. With his head down, the floor was all he saw – he passed by me silently. His sister had gone inside and closed the door to their apartment.
When I got to the end of the hall I swung the machine around to make another pass and I saw the little boy knocking at another apartment door at the other end of the hall. I kept going and smiled as I watched him in case he made a dash in front of the machine. Instead, he squeezed his little body against the door of the apartment, but I had long before steered the machine as far away from him as I could, so as not to further scare him. I cheerfully said “good morning!”
He said loudly, “Thank you for not running me over.”
Kids are so darn cute. (Even though he very well might be the guilty party that ran a red crayon along the white wall, the length of the hall)