Some people might say (previous posts notwithstanding) that I am overly careful about what I allow my children to do.
They might be right.
I fight a fairly constant battle between what my children want to do on playgrounds and what I feel comfortable with them doing on playgrounds. On the same playground trip that Margaret reconnected with her lightsocket hair, Ellie decided that she could go down the tallest slide all by herself.
I'm really not certain that I'm ready for this degree of competence in an Ellie.
Luckily, these slides were built with litigation in mind, and it's very hard to pick up any steam at all on them, so that's nice for my motherly fears.