Hey, my kids may be pasty white piles of oatmeal chugging, bubble-wrapped, diaper-wearing limp flesh, but AT LEAST THEY ARE IN NO DANGER OF DYING. Or living, for that matter.
“A ship in a harbor is SAFE but that’s not what ships are built for.”
I -lived- my wild-thing childhood, scrapes, bruises, cuts, concussions, contusions, ticks, mosquitoes, tears and all, thank God.
Wouldn’t trade a single scar for the adventurous memory it holds.
:)
[and that was one wickedly pointed and funny jab, L.E.G.]