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Those of you who know me know that I am a rather cautious person. I like to be safe. I read directions; I follow rules, sometimes to a fault. For example . . .
Not only have I never broken a bone, but as a kid, I also cringed at the proposition of a Band-Aid. The discomfort of taking one off was reason enough for me not to do anything that could possibly necessitate wearing one of those sticky rubber strips.
When driving, I put on my blinker to turn into my parents’ driveway, even when I know full well that another car won’t be coming our way for at least half an hour.
When I get into a pool or the ocean, I don’t jump. I go toe first, then ankle, then leg, etc. Don’t even think about splashing me.
On our honeymoon, I couldn’t bear driving my own ATV because I was ninety-eight percent sure I was going to destroy myself before the afternoon was over (and I maintain that I was probably right).
Some of this is extreme, I know. But they say the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. So more and more often, this is what we’re finding when we look into the Pack ‘N Play:
Really, Jacob? You’re reading the warnings? In all three languages? Do you doubt our assembly? Are you concerned your bunny blanket puts you over the weight limit?
I think we’ve created a safety monster.