From Mr. Handsome:
Occasionally we like to use this blog to alert our readers about public safety issues. It is important for people to know what’s going on in the world and how to keep their families safe. We thought we would bring awareness to a major safety concern: dads being left unsupervised at the park.
Earlier this week, Ellie had an appointment and decided it would be nice if she dropped Little Buddy and me off at the park while she was away. It was the first time I had taken Little Buddy to a park alone, and I was very excited, although slightly nervous.
Thankfully there were only three other people at the park, a mom and two children, so there was plenty of room to social distance. I was impressed by how calm and collected she was, watching as her kids ran wild but still somehow keeping track of them. She was a real pro.
The park consisted of a large, multi-level structure with slides and ladders and other climbing structures coming off the sides. Basically a McDonald’s play place on steroids. Little Buddy was very excited. He immediately climbed up to the first level and started running. No big deal, I thought. The first level is only about four feet above the ground, and I can just stay right below him to make sure he doesn’t try to climb down the ladders.
While I was running along the side of the structure and looking up at Little Buddy, I didn’t notice one of those little horses coming out of the ground. You know what I’m talking about, those plastic animals on springs that kids bounce around on. Well you would think that the springs would make the horses pretty harmless if you were to run into them, but I am here to tell you that that is not the case.
As I picked myself off the ground, the mother on the other side of the park pretended not to look at me, as she tried to hold back a chuckle. I dusted off my pants and looked up, only to realize that Little Buddy had now climbed to the second level of the structure. “Little Buddy, come back down!” I exclaimed, to which he just laughed and kept climbing. He then grabbed a horizontal pole and started to swing on it.
I knew I needed to climb up there and get him down. I thought the easiest way would be to scale the rock wall, but when I got to the top and tried to squeeze through the child-size holed, I got stuck. So I jumped back to the ground, climbed the fireman’s pole, and raced towards Little Buddy. I tried to slide under the horizontal pole, but I unfortunately I didn’t get low enough.
When I finally stopped seeing stars, Little Buddy was rubbing my head, saying “Daddy got ouchy.” The mom with the two children was holding her sides and shaking as she attempted to hide her laughter.
After that, Daddy decided that playgrounds are too dangerous, so we went into the open field and played tag. Little Buddy got bored of that pretty quickly and started pulling flowers out of a nearby flowerbed. “Buddy weeding,” he said, as I picked him up.
When Ellie finally returned to pick us up 30 minutes later, we were sitting on a park bench, and Little Buddy’s hands were covered in dirt. Unfortunately, there were some tears flowing. “Mr. Handsome stop crying,” consoled Ellie. “It couldn’t have been that bad.”
“Daddy got ouchy” explained Little Buddy.
As we drove away, the mother with the two children gave Ellie a look that said, “Honey, you should know better than to leave you husband unattended at the park.”