We went to our first childbirth class on Tuesday, and no, our fellow classmates are not the morons. Nor are we. I just want to relate a funny/frustrating anecdote that we heard.
One of the other classes that the hospital plugs when you show up is an update course for grandparents about all the things that are different from when they raised children (e.g., you're not supposed to put a baby to sleep on its stomach, etc.). The description of the course led me to muse to Sarah that it's a miracle any of us survived to adulthood. One example that the nurse gave was that kids used to have jumper/walker contraptions that had wheels—maybe you remember them if you had younger siblings. But they're not used anymore. Why, you may ask? Well, apparently lots of kids were getting hurt by falling down the stairs in them.
Which leads me to the obvious question: just how stupid does a parent have to be to put its child into a contraption with wheels—which the child is able to manuever—at the top of the stairs with nothing blocking them ... and walk away?
Just wondering.
WE RESEMBLE THAT REMARK!
ReplyDeleteWe leave a gate open ONCE and we're labeled "morons!" It doesn't seem to have left any permanent damage, Joe. You probably don't even remember your trip halfway down that long staircase.
Love, Mom & Dad