To the dad at the jumping pillow (in the holiday park we stayed at),
1. Telling 15 boys to play bullrush from one end of the jumping pillow to the other, bowling over and stampeding toddlers on the way, was not your brightest idea.
2. Calling out ‘boys only’ ignited an angry little fire in me that made me want to jump up on the jumping pillow and rugby tackle you.
3. Your second big announcement, “Hey kids, lets play a new game and try to do backflips” was another parenting fail. It resulted in your child being mildly hurt but could have lead to someone else’s kid getting a neck injury. Brilliant!
You then walked off to leave an unsupervised screaming chaos of revved up boys behind you as you tended to your hurt child.
Your tactics worked. We went elsewhere but had just as much fun, so there!
Fortunately the following morning, a super mum was there in full force. She stood atop the pillow and let littlies run under her legs. Her favourite announcements: (To the boys thinking it was okay to play rugby league on and across the pillow): “Boys, be considerate of the other kids playing on here, take that somewhere else” and “Stop throwing sand on the jumping pillow. If you’re going to be idiots, p*ss off.”
Excuse the rant. I was amazed at the lack of concern the dad had for the little ones on the jumping pillow.
I was away last week, hence no linky. I had planned to check in but the wi-fi at the park’s signal was so weak it kept dropping out. Feel free to add extra posts this week