death by pink Barbie car

She didn't look evil at all in her cute little pink car, golden curls the color of sunbeams shining in the late afternoon light. She couldn't be much older than 4, I thought to myself. It wasn't until I was a few paces away from her that she veered the Barbie car with its whining engine off of the paved path and onto the dirt I was jogging on. I realized she intended to hit me with her car. Luckily it wasn't fast in dirt and I had enough time to come to a stop, inches from her little pink bumper. She glared up at me, seeming disappointed she'd missed her target. As I stepped around her she slammed her dainty foot on the gas and spun her back tires until she was back on the path. I was almost hesitant to turn my back on the little devil. I never dreamed that a "close call with a car" while running would be in the form of a pink Barbie car with a four year old behind the wheel.