The stroller bumped over a small crack in the pavement, sending a light shiver up through the handle.

Daniel stirred in his seat, his legs kicking against the light blanket tucked around his feet.

His little knitted cap had slid back, leaving his forehead bare to the cool afternoon breeze coming off the water.

I eased the heavy stroller to a stop in the shade of a tall white oak.

I gently drew the blanket up over my sleeping son.

I straightened the little blue cap and kept walking.