Now that the weather has turned pleasantly warm in the evenings, we’ve been spending a ton more time outside. The two oldest girls each have a Razor scooter they whiz around the sidewalks and driveway on every opportunity they get. The Toddler, of course, has taken note that her trike is not as speedy or as thrilling as the big-girl scooters and has been caught several times trying to hop on theirs and take off. Since she can’t even see above the handle bars, nothing about that is safe. So, last week I set out to find her an age-appropriate scooter to curb this problem.
I brought a 3-wheel glider home and she took right to it.
Even though she has yet to learn how to steer it, she thinks she is big stuff flying back and forth on her own version of a scooter.
At breakfast one morning this week, I glanced over at the directions for the new glider and noticed a long list of WARNINGS concerning its use.
In less than a week, we have failed to heed most all of the following:
- Protective equipment should be worn.
- Never use near motor vehicles, streets, roadways, alleys, hills, steps, sloped driveways and inclines.
- Always wear shoes and safety equipment including helmet, wrist guards, knew pads and elbow pads.
- Avoid streets and surfaces with water, sand, gravel, dirt, leaves and other debris.
- Avoid excessive speed associated with downhill rides.
- Obey all local traffic and scooter riding laws and regulations.
- Watch out for pedestrians.
- Never ride the toy at night.
- Skill is required to avoid falls and collision.
- Do not perform stunts.
Derkatologist {the 2nd Grader’s term for dermatologists}
Ex: “Did you have a derkatologist appointment today?”
Constructions {the Kindergartener’s word for instructions}
Ex: “Can you read me the constructions to this game?”
Hippocks {the Toddler’s word for hiccups}
And, my all-time favorite:
And, speaking of Mabel… this is a picture I came across this week that the 2nd Grader drew for me around this time last year. I like everything about it except perhaps my hair color. I may not be a true blonde, but the last time I looked I was also not gray. She explained that she had to use pencil to do the hair, which makes sense except that she used crayon on all the rest and I know for a fact that we have both yellow and brown crayons?? Anyway, upon further examination of my lenghty eyelashes {I wish!} and youthful choice of fuschia pants, I decided not to worry about the hair. Besides, she thinks I’m grate. And nise. For those reasons alone, it’s a picture I may need to keep handy enough to pull out again from time to time.
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