Home is where the stranger is?

A funny thing happened today on the way back from work. 

No, really, it was funny! 

I was standing at the pedestrian crossing outside my workplace, waiting for the little green man to appear (would have been a little white man *snigger*, if this was set in the States), when a guy pushing a whimpering little girl in a pram came up. She may have been 2 or 3 years old, and very cute. I smiled at her and said "Are you feeling sad?". 

Her dad only then noticed that she was whimpering, so he bent down and asked her what was wrong. She didn't reply, just whined a bit louder. He tried to comfort her, saying "We'll be home soon, sweetheart, and you can tell mummy why you're sad." 

That really turned on the waterworks with increasingly louder cries of "No no no". Rather at his wit's end, I suspect, the dad said "What IS it, Emma? What are you saying No to?" And his sobbing daughter said "Don't want to go home!" Then she looked up, pointed at me and added, just to make sure he understood: "Don't want to go HOME, want to go with HER!"

Hmmm... methinks dad's going to need to start the "stranger danger" talks fairly sharpish with that young lady!