Brewster Rockit by Tim Rickard for March 10, 2024

Yeah, but what about his spleen?

Canadian study? I thought that was originally recommended by frustrated parents.

Those helicopter parents are going to have their kids never leaving the nest as they won’t have the skills to navigate through the real world.

Dr. Mel is manspleening.

Winky must not have any older siblings. They supplied all the “Risk play” I could survive.

One of my old co-workers confided to me once how traumatic his childhood was, having four older sisters that considered him game to be hunted down!!! That included dressing him in their clothes!!!

So that’s why my dad told me to go play in the street.

My kids definitely embraced that idea. Between the two of them, they broke more bones in one year than my five siblings and I did in our entire collective childhoods. And they were rather proud of it.

We were talking about hockey, eh.

Not recharging their phones until the battery’s almost dead seems to be the riskiest thing many kids today do. I grew up in the time when most parents believed that what didn’t kill us would make us stronger, even if it sometimes resulted in cuts, scrapes, and the occasional broken bone.

I always think of it this way. When I was a kid I had plenty of toy guns. My Mom was a pacifist, but she let me play with them. Soldier guns; spy guns; cowboy guns. By the time I was in 6th Grade I decided guns were for kids and never wanted to buy one as an adult.

Ooooh, MY Spleen!

Ship is safest at harbour. But that not why it built for.

Bring back the 60s metal playground equipment. Kids were risking injury every day and we liked it.

Ahhh…..my spleen

Well, they say what doesn’t kill you makes you a better person, or something like that.

I’m not sure the stress is going to help him mentally.

Usually it involves letting your kid walk to school on his own.

“What doesn’t kill me makes me stranger.”

However, it should be supervised activities. In many areas, crossing the street can be a “risky” activity.

Growing up in FL in the 50s, I joke that we were kicked out of the house after breakfast and told to be home by dark. If we showed up at noon, we were fed lunch. A good bike was our freedom. There was a “fog” truck that came through the neighborhoods in the summer, spraying a cloud of chemicals designed to kill ‘skeeters. We would run behind the truck so we could disappear in the fog. Seemed cool at the time. And snakes! Why does it always have to be snakes? Florida is home to a member of all four indigenous poisonous snakes. Didn’t stop us from camping in the woods near the water-filled pits where dirt was dug to build the highway. We had alligators but I never saw one in the wild.

Yet somehow I turned out prefect…

I thought there would be more spleen comments.

I can remember all the thing I and my brothers used to do as kids. It is a wonder at least one of us wasn’t seriously injured.

So… kids doing dangerous stunts like Evel Knievel back in the 70s was a GOOD thing!

Canadian study? Do they have the statistics of kids injury, broken bones, loss of spleen and death rate, when following the Canadian study’s recommendations ??

Sorry, it would have to be at least five.