field day

The Bee had Field Day at school yesterday. Last night, when we got home, I asked her about what she did there (other than turn bright red–sheesh, it’s a billion degrees here!). She regaled me with various stories about games they played (many of which seemed to involve buckets of water being poured on kids’ heads), hot dogs they ate, and the fact that she had juice THREE times (her emphasis, not mine, we usually don’t let her drink that much juice in a day).

And then she told me that, as they were leaving, the fire truck came by, and when the kids ran over to say hi to the firefighters, they turned the firehose on them (to cool them off). I have to admit that my activist’s heart gave a lurch, at the thought. Now I’m really glad that the FDNY didn’t use firehoses on the crowd at the RNC protest last year.

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June 14, 2005. thoughtful parenting.

4 Comments

  1. Dawn replied:

    Sounds like a fun day!

  2. Comfort Addict replied:

    I get the same visceral reaction that you do when firefighters, policemen and other agents of authority do something that touches off memories of suppression. I try to control it but, in these days of The Madness of King W, the best I can do is react better after the fact.

  3. jessica replied:

    Hah!

  4. landismom replied:

    CA–yeah, it didn’t help that I was at a demonstration earlier that day (although no use of firehose was involved).

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