While I was working at the computer Saturday my son was playing at his friend’s house on the trampoline. I don’t like the trampoline, and have a standing rule that the kids can’t be on it if there isn’t an adult outside watching them on it - not just outside doing stuff, but actually watching them.
Of course, just having supervision can’t prevent accidents.
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And he’s the kind of kid that, through his tears of pain, apologized for breaking an adult tooth! I got him calmed with the assurance that the dentist will be able to cap it and no one will ever know unless he tells them (or loses the cap); and got him back to smiling by pointing out he has a fierce fang now and a wolfish grin, and had better not bite his sister Blossom no matter how bad she torments him since he’d cut her up bad for sure (not that he’s ever bitten anyone, but silliness was called for).
I suppose it is the natural perversity of childhood that they can’t have these minor accidents during normal office hours; it’s always the middle of the night or on weekends. I almost hope he doesn’t get his cap done before Halloween: he plans to be a pirate, and the broken tooth would enhance his costume nicely.
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