Safety Man

My hubby is Safety MAN!

He works hard to ensure the security of his family. He makes certain that no dangerous activities occur.

I appreciate his love and desire to protect. Though, sometimes it can be a bit....stifling.

Safety Man's Rules:
- no beds under or near windows (earthquake might shatter glass, sending shards of crystalline death down upon our progeny). "But honey," I argue, "they are shatter-proof windows!" Uh uh. That's a no go.

- no kids' names or pictures on the internet. Period. OK - he's got a point on that one.

- kids must wear helmets if they come within five feet of a bike, skateboard or scooter. I agree with this one, though sometimes I let my three year old toddle around on her tricycle with out one - don't tell!

- children under 5 not allowed in hot tub / spa / my hot bath: yes, it's true that babies under six months or a year or something can't regulate their body temp very well - but once they're two or so I say they're good to go.

- me not allowed to go door to door canvassing for my main man Ron Paul: as if I would!

I can't remember now all the many times Safety Man has restricted or otherwise quashed my plans due to their dangerosity. But I know there have been lots of them. My friend, anonymous, can attest to that.

But I love him and all his eye protection. Though I'm not a reckless person, and I'm not sure how much protection I need, I am grateful for how much he loves me and kiddos.

Yeah Safety Man!