It’s probably a good thing I’m not a mother. My blood pressure would be sky-high from the nonsense in today’s child care centres and schools.
Once again, I find myself saying “maybe I would feel different if I was a mother?”, but somehow, I don’t think so.
The lastest ingenuity to be implemented is that children aren’t allowed to blow out candles on a cake that’s to be shared with others for fear of spreading germs.
The world has officially gone mad.
As if there isn’t enough political correctness going around, along with the fear that teachers’ demonstration of care could be misconstrued as sexual, now we have the spreading of germs to worry about.
Because we’re all going to die if we catch a cold or a stomach bug, aren’t we?
Someone please explain to me, what is the problem with falling ill? How else is your immune system meant to be activated and function, if there is nothing to work with?
I am waiting for supermarkets to start selling life-size Glad Wrap dispensers, so we can protect our children from head to toe. No-one will be able to touch them, nor will they be able to touch others. The dispenser will come with a tool to cut a tiny hole at the mouth, the size of a straw, to allow for air and nutrients to pass.
What do you think of that idea?
I don’t understand. But then again, I’m not a mother.