Anyway, is it me or is going to the playground the absolute easiest hour of parenting in the history of parenting? You stand there while your kid runs around and goes on slides and plays in the sand. Perfect. I don't have to do any exercise and I get to watch them have a blast while I sip on a soda. It's not all fun and games though -- oh no -- don't let your senses be distracted by all the colourful ladders and twisting slides and intricate monkey bars.
Playgrounds are where the hearts of parents go to skip a beat, and eventually stop all together, leaving the child to run for the nearest pay phone to call 9-1-1 as their mommy or daddy lies twitching in the sand next to a sand shovel and some 2 year old who's now screaming hysterically because you fell on his castle.
Yes indeed, playgrounds are sadistic inventions brought to you by the makers of pace makers, glycerin and other heart medication.
Exhibit A: The ladder
Hazzards:
- Falling backwards and breaking your neck
- Falling forwards and smashing your teeth (I've done that)
- The dreaded "split" (worse for boys - I've done that too)
Exhibit B: The funny looking climbing thing
- Falling backwards and breaking your neck
- Falling forwards and breaking your nose
- The dreaded "split" (variation)
Hazzards:
- Falling down and breaking your neck
- Losing a shoe
Exhibit D: The slides
Hazzards:
- Falling down and breaking your neck
- Falling of the end and breaking your leg
- Going head first and smashing your teeth
- Ramming into someone at the bottom
- Getting rammed at the bottom by someone
- Slipping while running up and breaking your nose
Finally, the single most terrifying element of the evil playground - and coincidently the most loved part of the outing for my daughter...
Exhibit E: The SIDEWAYS ladder
Hazzards:
- Falling forwards and breaking your neck
- Falling backwards and breaking your neck
- The dreaded "split"
- The fall on to the lower bar and smashing your teeth
- The fall with the arm/leg getting stuck and breaking said arm/leg
- Landing on someone when you fall
- Having someone fall and land on you
I'm telling you, if watching your kid do the sideways ladder doesn't give you heart palpitations I don't know what will. Now, if you'll excuse me I have to go buy one of those portable defibrillators, Avery wants to go to the park again tonight.
7 comments:
OMGosh B. That is great. You have given me an unstoppable case of the the giggles now.
I am really enjoying seeing this side of you. You know, the protective Daddy who is so completely and totally in love with his daughter!!! Looks good on ya!!
I want a baby. I need a man first. And maybe a college degree.
Practice makes perfect Heather, practice makes perfect.
You can come over and babysit mine any time you want. That's like renting a kid for a few hours, only YOU get paid!
She's now taken to going on the neighbours trampoline. Oy vey, I'm in trouble!
Kids Bounce!!
I threw that in for our American friends south of the border. Everyone knows what "soda" is, and I didn't want a bunch of yankee crazies asking me what "pop" was. I've already been torn a new one on my other blog for spelling "sandals" incorrectly.
Now, if you'll excuse me I have to go get a serviette so I may eat my poutine on my chesterfield whilst wearing my touque and downing a pack of 2-4, eh?
They say 'Pop' in the Midwest too. Just saying.
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