Tuesday, 30 September 2008

The Sultan of Swing

Here is a brand new Dylan video taken today.
As of last Friday morning, Dylan seems to have a bit of a cold. Nothing serious, but there are some side effects like a nasty cough that might warrant additional examination (not to mention someone at his childcare having chickenpox, which - if Dylan catches - would leave us away from work for a long while). Today it was my turn to stay home with Dylan, as you can see in the video (through Dylan still wearing his pyjamas), so for entertainment we walked to the nearby park where I put Dylan on the swing. Which is what the video is all about - demonstrating Dylan the swinger:



After I finished with the video I swung myself in the grownup's swing next to the one Dylan was on, and he seemed to have really enjoyed this cooperative swinging.
Anyway, if you watched the video you would have seen how empty the playground's area was at the time. Well, a few minutes later this convoy of large four wheel drives - the type of cars you see driving American consular people in films like Clear and Present Danger - arrived, and off them disembarked a few kids followed by their mothers. The kids were there for cricket practice, but it does look funny and begs a few questions.
First there's the obvious one - what does it say about our society when we feel we need a fortified tank to drive our kids around? But I find the second question even sillier - why do we need to drive our kids to their sports session? Can't they just walk and consider it a part of their training? The kids, after all, are all from the nearby area anyway.
I know I'm old fashioned, but I clearly remember that even as a child, when I needed to get somewhere I would just get there myself. Things seem to have changed, though: While we visited Israel, for example, they had this TV ads saying "kids under 9 should never cross the road alone". Well, I went to school on my own as of the age of 7, and that used to involve crossing roads; and I remember that before going on my own I was a bit of a laughing stock for needing my mother to pick me up when everyone else walked themselves.
Times have changed. Obviously not for the better.

4 comments:

Wicked Little Critta said...

He has a great laugh ... it's hard to watch that and not smile!

Moshe Reuveni said...

And if you'll come and babysit, you'd get all the laughs you can muster (hint hint).

Wicked Little Critta said...

I'd love to...let me just figure out what I should charge you to cover time off work and travel expenses...

Moshe Reuveni said...

Charge?
Dear Critta, we have people queuing from all over the world to be with Dylan. It is you who should be charged.