Yesterday we received our first irate call from some other kid’s parent. No, not the parents of one of our kid’s friends (whom are all by some strange global social norm now our friends too). This was just some other kid’s parent.
My wife picked up the call. I could tell immediately that it was someone complaining about our kid. Continue reading
“I tied the rope around Caitlin and when I pulled it the knot came undone and I fell backwards”
This was the explanation my 6 year old son, Alexander sobbed as we held him cradling his arm at the bottom of our 6 foot tall slide. At this stage I realized that the level of supervision we provided our children when they were playing in the garden may have slipped beyond what was sensible… Continue reading