Is it just me, or is the school playground not the equivalent of a war zone? The possibilities for major injury just ABOUND.
As spring has sprung, the kids are all about the climbing walls, poles, monkey bars, ladders, slides ... and all I see in my head are metal bars *CLANG*, chains - *CLANG*, the ground far below- *THUD*, wood chips and sand in the eyes- SPLINTER/SCRATCH/OUCH!!!.
And the warriors, as soon as they're let out of the cage known as school, are just FLYING all over the place. Flying monkeys resembling a hurricane with my little girl channeling Dorothy at the epicenter.
Things were fine last year when she was three. She didn't venture far from me, content to sit in the swing and try the see saw if there was another toddler around to play with. Or just push the sand around with her shovel.
Those days are over. This year, she's out to play with the big boys.
"Be careful, little G, this is making Mommy very nervous. Make sure you take your time crossing those bars, and concentrate when those kids are climbing around you!"
"But Mommy, I am being careful. I'm a BIG girl, I know what I'm doing!!"
"I know you do, sweetie, but it's making Mommy a bit of a wreck, watching you."
"So Mommy, DON'T WATCH ME!"
Clever little thing. I'm already scared.