Missed opportunities
Yesterday, elder daughter's day care had an End of the Summer BBQ for kids and parents. This is a fun thing. We got to meet the dad of one of our daughter's classmates who lives in the same development in which we live. Of course, they're moving away next week, so no playdates in the offing there.
The entertainer was a Mr. Don. That's his stage name. He's a kid's performer in the area. He. Is. Too. Uptight. He brings a bunch of tambourines and shakers with him, but woe unto the kid who might hit two of them together. Or accidentally kick one while dancing about. There will be stern warnings, and an interruption of the ongoing flow of the entertainment. Now, were I a performer for children, I would think that the occasional whacking together of instruments is an occupational hazard, and take it in stride. And I might not shill for my upcoming weekday performances at a place where... parents send their kids for weekday child care.
Now, the BIG missed opportunity for this get-together? The failure of the day care facility to cordon off the basketball court for the use of the aging fathers of the kids, who, I would almost guarantee, would have been running like crazy to play with the 8 foot rims. Do you think 35-year-old white middle managers are going to dunk anywhere else? No, my friend, they will not. This is their one chance. And if he can get a snapshot of themselves posterizing a toddler* with a tomahawk jam, then it might just make his year.
*Hey, teach your 3 year-old to get set in the lane and it might not happen next time...
The entertainer was a Mr. Don. That's his stage name. He's a kid's performer in the area. He. Is. Too. Uptight. He brings a bunch of tambourines and shakers with him, but woe unto the kid who might hit two of them together. Or accidentally kick one while dancing about. There will be stern warnings, and an interruption of the ongoing flow of the entertainment. Now, were I a performer for children, I would think that the occasional whacking together of instruments is an occupational hazard, and take it in stride. And I might not shill for my upcoming weekday performances at a place where... parents send their kids for weekday child care.
Now, the BIG missed opportunity for this get-together? The failure of the day care facility to cordon off the basketball court for the use of the aging fathers of the kids, who, I would almost guarantee, would have been running like crazy to play with the 8 foot rims. Do you think 35-year-old white middle managers are going to dunk anywhere else? No, my friend, they will not. This is their one chance. And if he can get a snapshot of themselves posterizing a toddler* with a tomahawk jam, then it might just make his year.
*Hey, teach your 3 year-old to get set in the lane and it might not happen next time...