No not me.
I’m not broken, just scarred.
And we all know scars are cool.
But my boy, he of frequent physical blemish acquisition.
You know how I banged-on about walking to school, or nursery, and how important it is, and how everyone should do it?
We’ve been taking it up a few notches.
Over the summer, I’d thought investment in a scooter may be a good idea.
The thinking being it would encourage my child to use his own steam to get to the school gates, and it wouldn’t be as cumbersome as a push-bike for me to carry home.
I’m full of great ideas, me.
It has worked a treat.
We haven’t used it everyday, I do like to mix it up, and it just adds fresh breath to a non-inconsiderable walk for someone with only very short legs.
Today was a scooter day.
Did I mention that the deck flashes?
But only in the dark if my son asks.
Max has quickly become proficient in the art of scooting. He has actually been getting quicker and more confident, and it has cut the journey down by a couple of minutes.
Good for when we are a few late.
However today I think that confidence got too high, as did his speed.
This, in turn, meant he had a bit of a bang on the trek round today.
He sort-of realised he was going too fast and attempted to stop.
In fact his braking distance was actually minimised by a neighbour’s hedge.
When I realised he wasn’t really hurt, I made light of it, took the mickey, and offered him his scooter back.
Fair play to him, because he just got back on it, a bit gingerly at first, but he was soon back upto speed, if not quite the top speed of a few moments previous.
We arrived at nursery, and I noticed he had a little scratch under his eye, so did the nursery leader.
Now, there are only a maximum of 15 kids at the nursery at any one time, and Wednesday is one of the quieter days.
I, or we actually, explained what had happened, and Max confirmed that he was A-OK.
This wasn’t enough for the nursery.
I had to sign a sort-of affidavit that confirmed my son’s injury was incurred during my care, and not in the nursery’s.
I said it was totally unnecessary, based on the fact I’d verbally made a disclosure in front of at least three staff, and countless other parents.
And it was a scratch, a little one at that.
This ambulance chasing attitude gets on my wick.
Trees are chopped down to record this rubbish.
What a waste of everyone’s time.
In the end I did sign the form, as I could see the staff weren’t going to be comfortable if I didn’t and I wasn’t in the mood for a one-man crusade.
But I do think my attitude at least got them thinking, and I hope thinking along my lines.
Though I fear it much more likely that there will eventually be physical inspections of children prior to admission.
Sad, sad, sad stuff.
Wednesday, 17 September 2008
No not me.