Lynne's Lens
The Kiddie Pool Drowns in Pebbles
Ripper Park, Bethany, OK
Splashing, jumping, cooling sizzling butts (see story -- flickr.com/photos/25726169@N03/2644563404/), the kiddie pool was a haven during hot Oklahoma summers. All of the water is long gone and, at some point, some non-parent genius decided to fill the pool in with small pebbles and put a tot playground in the middle. Well, I don't know about you, but I kind of think that tots and pebbles are not the best combination.
Case in point:
My sister was about three years old and for days complained that her nose hurt and she couldn't breathe. The complaining became so incessant that my mom finally decided to take the toddler to the doctor to see what was wrong. Well, about half a second into the exam, the doctor took some long, pint-sized forcep-looking things, started digging around up in my squirming and screeching sister's nose, and pulled out what I thought was a pretty good sized rock. My mom has always said that it had to have taken my sister a good long time and a lot of determination to work that rock so far up her nose. The girl is pretty tenacious, even today.
So, fast forward many years and now I'm a mom with two little boys who get into absolutely everything. We're at a park with pebbles strewn about just like those at this kiddie pool. I see my three-year-old (there's something about that age...) son, Jack, eyeing one of the hundreds of pebbles he has half buried himself in. He's turning the pebble over and over in his hand, carefully examining it from every angle, and I can tell that he's trying to figure out which of his orifices should claim it.
Well, that's it for me. I can just see Jack sitting in the doctor's chair giving nose birth to a boulder like my sister did all of those years ago, and I'm up from the mom bench and at Jack's side in less than a breath, flinging the object of his fascination from his hand. "But, M-m-o-o-o-m-m. It's just a little rock...!"
Yeah, right.
The Kiddie Pool Drowns in Pebbles
Ripper Park, Bethany, OK
Splashing, jumping, cooling sizzling butts (see story -- flickr.com/photos/25726169@N03/2644563404/), the kiddie pool was a haven during hot Oklahoma summers. All of the water is long gone and, at some point, some non-parent genius decided to fill the pool in with small pebbles and put a tot playground in the middle. Well, I don't know about you, but I kind of think that tots and pebbles are not the best combination.
Case in point:
My sister was about three years old and for days complained that her nose hurt and she couldn't breathe. The complaining became so incessant that my mom finally decided to take the toddler to the doctor to see what was wrong. Well, about half a second into the exam, the doctor took some long, pint-sized forcep-looking things, started digging around up in my squirming and screeching sister's nose, and pulled out what I thought was a pretty good sized rock. My mom has always said that it had to have taken my sister a good long time and a lot of determination to work that rock so far up her nose. The girl is pretty tenacious, even today.
So, fast forward many years and now I'm a mom with two little boys who get into absolutely everything. We're at a park with pebbles strewn about just like those at this kiddie pool. I see my three-year-old (there's something about that age...) son, Jack, eyeing one of the hundreds of pebbles he has half buried himself in. He's turning the pebble over and over in his hand, carefully examining it from every angle, and I can tell that he's trying to figure out which of his orifices should claim it.
Well, that's it for me. I can just see Jack sitting in the doctor's chair giving nose birth to a boulder like my sister did all of those years ago, and I'm up from the mom bench and at Jack's side in less than a breath, flinging the object of his fascination from his hand. "But, M-m-o-o-o-m-m. It's just a little rock...!"
Yeah, right.