Littleton, Colorado

Received Saturday, January 9, 2010
Today (Saturday, January 9) 3:10-ish p.m.
Where: 8673 South Quebec King Soopers
What happened: A woman I'm fairly sure was the nanny and a little boy were leaving King Soopers (without anything). The little boy slipped on a spot of the floor getting mopped and fell face-forward. I think he bonked his head a little bit. He started to cry (obviously) and the nanny roughly pulled him up and said "Come on, that's what you get when you walk in front of me. (?) Let's GO!" She pulled him out of the store and didn't try to comfort him or see if he was okay. The last thing I heard was "You're fine, stop crying." Then they walked into the parking lot (boy still crying), where they crossed the front of the store where cars are quite active. She didn't make any movement to hold the boy's hand while they crossed or, in fact, keep him near her at all.
Nanny- 5'5" -ish, 150 lbs. Light brown hair (the color of bronze) that looked dyed pulled back into a long ponytail. Baggy navy blue sweatshirt (not a hoodie), matching capri sweats, scuffed white tennis shoes, and medium-sized hoop earrings. I didn't see her face, but I think she was carrying a wallet.
Boy- Dark straight brown hair, cut short and combed. Light baggy jeans and grey t-shirt, white tennis shoes. He looked about 3 or 4.

Nanny didn't seem to care at all that the boy slipped and blamed it on him walking in front of her (he was NEXT to her, not in front), which made no sense. The parking lot at this King Soopers is really busy and she should have held his hand and kept him next to her the whole time. I felt so bad for the little boy. He was obviously upset and shocked at slipping on something he couldn't see, then being berated for it.

1 comment:

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Aside from her not comforting him at all about his fall, I find it appalling that she did nothing to ensure his safety when crossing a street!
I've practically monkey-trained my 3 year old little boy to hold my hand when we're in a parking lot or crossing a street. If I get him out of the car and don't instantly ask him for his hand, he asks me for mine, or for my husband's. It's the easiest way to make sure a child is safe in those conditions.
Poor kid.