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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/ginger_pretzel_mama on 2025-08-13 16:56:37+00:00.

Early this morning I decided to go for a walk with my son (4 months) and my husband’s doberman, since it was nice out and I figured I could pick up an iced coffee without having to pile into the car, it’d be nice. My 10 year old daughter asks if she can come, I agree and she hurries to get changed and we’re out the door, baby strapped into his stroller, still asleep.

We walk for about 25 minutes and I’m just chatting with my 10 year old about various things (when we’re going back to school shopping, if she can get a “frozen hot chocolate” from the coffee shop, if she can get a cookie, if the pool boy is back from vacation yet so she can swim before we shut up the pool for the season, yaddah yaddah), when finally the baby wakes up.

He isn’t crying or fussing, just starts kicking a little bit and his eyes are clearly open. Daughter asks if she can hold him for a little while, I tell her “sure”, reminding her that if he squirms she has to put him back. We keep walking for another 10 minutes.

We get to the top of a slight incline, and the dog decides to do his business in a patch of grass, and while I’m reaching around, balking at the smell and fumbling to get one of the poop bags out of the holder on the leash, I hear a weird sound and- Oh shit! The stroller is rolling away! My dumb ass didn’t lock the wheels! Shit!

My brain is going in 12 different directions, I’m hauling my fat ass down this slight hill, nearly stumbling and eating shit on the pavement twice as the dog embarrasses me by only doing a half-trot while I’m sprinting in my mind. There’s nobody around so I can’t exactly shout “RUNAWAY STROLLER!” and get help from some stranger.

I’m saved by the stroller hitting a pole when it gets to the corner at the bottom of the incline, stopping in its tracks, I get to the stroller, out of breath, red in the face, I’ve managed to drop my phone halfway down the hill so now I have to double back and grab it AND still pick up the dog shit. I pull the stroller towards me and turn it around, prepared to reach inside and comfort my baby and it hits me all at once: the baby is not in the stroller, I just chased after an empty stroller with the full panic of thinking my 4 month old was about to roll into traffic.

Suddenly I was happy there was nobody around because at least that means there was no one to record me, my only audience was two people I birthed and someone who barks at his own reflection.

I turn around and my 10 year old is laughing at me, walking at a steady pace, still holding the baby. “I was gonna tell you, but I wanted to see how long before you remembered,” she says, the look on her face reminded me so much of the times my husband would fuck with me back when we were in college, how a Shenanigans Face can be genetic, I have no idea. I sigh, still huffing and puffing, and tell her to put her brother back in the stroller.

We double back to get my phone and pick up the poop, we trudge another 5 minutes to the coffee shop, I get my 30+ ounces of iced espresso, caramel syrup, mocha syrup, and milk, daughter gets her glorified chocolate milk with whipped cream and a cookie, the dog gets a pup cup, everyone wins.

TL;DR: I didn’t remember my daughter was holding my baby and proceeded to look like an idiot running after an empty stroller, almost tripping and falling on my face twice.