Comments on: Mom: FunKiller #1

By: Beth B.

Beth B. — Sat, 28 Nov 2009 18:18:02 +0000

My husband and I are the king and queen of fun killers – but that is because we have THREE BOYS who if they had their choice would be doing death defying acts every moment.. We all went to the beach with 2 other families. One family and ours were glued to our kids – we never sat down – never relaxed – never did anything but watched our kids. The OTHER family set up a tent, put out food to eat and let their kids roam around. We ended up watching THEIR kids.. Let’ s just stay we won’t be going to beach with the non fun killer family again.. (worse of all is that I was really hungry but was too busy running after kids to eat – watching the other family sit and eat was torture!)…

Hail to the fun killer parents – we should all go on vacation together!

By: Sable

Sable — Wed, 25 Nov 2009 21:32:17 +0000

You are the parent and you should behave how you feel. It’s a good balance to have one protective parent and one who is more adventurous. That’s how it works in our house – I let the boys crash and fall down and hope they don’t get too hurt. My wife is a little more cautious.

Other people’s opinion’s don’t really matter since our children are unique and individuals who require their own care plan. If my kid hurt himself more I probably would be more cautious!

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By: mel

mel — Thu, 19 Nov 2009 18:48:21 +0000

I will virtually pat you on the back in agreement as well. That picture makes me a little queezy, but I too let it go. Sometimes I leave the room.
I brought my daughter to disney and let her go on the rollercoasters only because I was next to her. The ocean though, she goes out to a certain point because of her fear of sharks ( I could not be happier about this). It took everything in me to allow her to participate in a sailing program last year. Me not being there made it easier for some reason.

By: Leah @Bookieboo

Leah @Bookieboo — Mon, 16 Nov 2009 00:01:58 +0000

I’ll never bring my son over to your house then. He’s a wild animal.

By: amanda

amanda — Sun, 15 Nov 2009 22:47:47 +0000

And that you managed to capture it in a photo…damn thing is they’ll probably worship this memento.

By: Queen of Spain

Queen of Spain — Sun, 15 Nov 2009 19:06:47 +0000

I have asked parents if they own guns…where they are kept, etc. Yup…

By: T.

T. — Sun, 15 Nov 2009 01:10:27 +0000

Have you ever asked a parent, whose house your child was invited to, if he keeps in a gun in the house?
I’ve asked, but I’ve never trusted the answer.

By: Backpacking Dad

Backpacking Dad — Fri, 13 Nov 2009 05:43:30 +0000

Clearly I am also a Funkiller, but of a different stripe. Carry on.

By: Backpacking Dad

Backpacking Dad — Fri, 13 Nov 2009 05:39:31 +0000

I’ve been waiting very patiently for Adrian to become tossable. His sister hit it at about 6 months. Almost…there….

But if I understand the last part of your post you think the Funkiller role is justified (or even called for) because the alternative to you being the Funkiller is disaster. But logically that doesn’t follow. Because one of the alternatives to you being the Funkiller is that nothing bad happens at all. Which is probably what your overwhelming experience has been. There is no “the alternative” that ought to be compelling in favour of the Funkiller role. There are lots of alternatives.

Maybe what you mean is some version of the Precautionary Principle: if the imagined event is irreversible and disastrous then a normally insignificant risk can be given a strong enough weight to recommend policy changes (the Precautionary Principle is most often deployed in international environmental policy).

And I’ll submit for the record, y’honour, that men are just built for tossing and catching kids. It’s more natural. It’s organic. It’s granola. It’s what separates us from Martians: the combination of spindly catching arms and giant Martian-toddler heads is just a doomed enterprise.