It starts to get dangerous.
At this point, my pupil, who was looking at me with rapt attention, starts screaming “oh no, oh no”.
There is a small boy of about three running along and heading straight out into the road, following the man with the dogs, who I assume to be his father.
I looked up into my interior mirror, and there was a car heading straight down the road toward where the small boy was about to run out.
Because of the parked cars behind us, the small boy could not see the car coming toward him, and by the same token, the driver of the moving car couldn’t see the small boy.
I reached over and gave the horn a loud blast, which froze the little boy in his tracks.
His mum and dad, on different sides of the road, both a little distance away, just looked over and stared.
I choose not to get into any discussion with the boy’s parents over what just happened.
I’d like to think that they were about to have a full and frank discussion on parental responsibility.
My pupil, who has a small child of a similar age, made the point to me that her child is kept in a buggy for just the reason we had just witnessed.
I praised her for helping to save the small boy’s life.
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