OOP describes kids at daycare where - shock - the kids leave the clink and go on walkabout.
This happens in my neighbourhood daily: a platoon of brightly-coloured kids walk down the sidewalk to the playground and back about 2 hours later. Like any decent march it’s in good formation (a rope setup like a backward sled dog rig pulled by a staff member, but just with rings each kid holds; just to keep them together) and has support-wagons so the whiny laggards don’t hold up the march.
It’s fucking adorable; and if I happen to see it, it’s the highlight of my day. They need a pied piper and it’d be #chefsKiss.
OOP describes kids at daycare where - shock - the kids leave the clink and go on walkabout.
This happens in my neighbourhood daily: a platoon of brightly-coloured kids walk down the sidewalk to the playground and back about 2 hours later. Like any decent march it’s in good formation (a rope setup like a backward sled dog rig pulled by a staff member, but just with rings each kid holds; just to keep them together) and has support-wagons so the whiny laggards don’t hold up the march.
It’s fucking adorable; and if I happen to see it, it’s the highlight of my day. They need a pied piper and it’d be #chefsKiss.