Lurking Menace
Here we see a nice, kid-friendly t-shirt. Bright, with a child and a clown, and a balloon, even. Seems innocuous, even whimsical. Wrong. It is a shirt of menace.
It’s the balloon, you see. Katie loves it. Katie is convinced that no snuggle with Mary is completed without taking due note of the “boon!” Due note includes a few pokes at it with an astonishingly sharp finger.
Picture, for a moment if you will, over just exactly what part of my anatomy that damned balloon lays.
Ouch.
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It's Not All Mary Poppins 
Try it when they are climbing up you using elbows & knees, & you are still brest=feeding.
Double ouch.
“I am not a climbing frame” has become a stock phrase in our house (usually folled by “mummy a clime rame, yeesss”)
That’s funny! We say, “Mommy isn’t a playset, guys.”
Daddy, on the other hand….
Hey! No sympathy from this daddy. I’ve taken a few unfortunate hits in my career as a climbing frame thank you very much!
MrsA, Misfit: I was once on the phone to my aunt, when suddenly she broke off and gasped in astonishment to someone on her end “How on earth did you get there?” She had been sitting on a chair leaning back against the fridge, and looked up to see her son (then about 4) looking down at her from on top of the fridge! His answer, “I climbed up you.” So used to this treatment was this mother of 3 little boys (a fourth came along later), that she simply hadn’t noticed him using her as a climbing frame!!
Simon: Ah, the indignities a father must suffer. One day, when my eldest was just shy of two, I heard my name being called out in strangulated yelp from my then husband who was in the bathroom. I poke my head round the corner – a highly unusual event, as he was very private and generally locked the door firmly – and there was our little girl, hand held out, playing in the glistening arc he was producing. I guess he really had to go, since he wasn’t able to stop it and remove her! I laughed for days over that one – I’m laughing still, almost twenty years later! He was mortified.
I have a t’shirt which has Queen of the Crazies emblazoned across the front. Many’s the man who has watched while Boo carefully traced the words with her fingers…
CQ
CQ: …and wished they could do the same. LOL