Babysitting at MacDonald’s!!

The GraduateThis event took place at the Tantallon Nova Scotia MacDonald’s about six years ago. I was either waiting to have both hips replaced or had just had them replaced? I was babysitting my two grandchildren Melissa (10) and Chris (4) and took them to MacDonalds for a treat. This particular location has a play area with a climbing tower made up of tubes, chutes ladders and rope netting. I would guess the tower is about 20-25 feet high. My intrepid 4 year old grandson decided to climb the tower and he did indeed reach the very top. Although I have never seen this actual spot I’m told this high point it is a platform onto which one can climb. Chris naturally climb onto the platform, his version of reaching the peak of mount Everest . The difference here is that the climbers of Everest come back down, Chris couldn’t he was stuck. In his words “My stuck”. I was stuck too, but at the bottom with no way to reach him. Enter Melissa, I dispatched her to the lofty heights to retrieve our mountaineer. She returned empty handed,”he wont climb down Grampy! I sent her up again, same result, so I sent her up again and again same result each time. There was simply no way I could climb up there,  hips aside I wouldn’t have fitted and more than likely would have become stuck myself. While I was pondering my next move a young mother who had been sitting near by and overheard my dilemma offered to help. Being younger smaller and certainly more agile she quickly scaled the tower and returned Chris safely to the floor. The situation was over, it had taken less than fifteen minutes eat two Happy meals and a Big Mac, and one hour and forty five minutes to get Chris back on the ground. So to all you potential babysitters out there, take heed, maybe chose Wendy’s or Burger King when you take your little charges for lunch. To that wonderful young mother who rescue Chris,  she rescued me too, I offer my undying gratitude.

God Bless and keep reading.

About irishroverpei

Author of "Lily & Me", "The Royal Navy & Me" and Chapter XXl Armageddon. Writer, blogger and RN Submariner, antique automobile enthusiast.
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3 Responses to Babysitting at MacDonald’s!!

  1. Neville S. Pearson L.R.O. RN Retd. says:

    Respecting your age and mine I received the following from an old submariner in the UK.
    Don’t worry – fart is an olde Englishe worde, used in all social circles up to the late19th century. )
    I never really liked the terminology “Old Farts” but this makes me feel better about it.
    And if you aren’t one, I’ll bet you know one!
    I got this from an “Old Fart” friend of mine!
    Old Fart
    It’s not a bad thing to be called an Old Fart.
    Old Farts are easy to spot at sporting events; during the National Anthem, Old Farts remove their hats and stand at attention and sing without embarrassment. They know the words and believe in them.
    Old Farts remember World War II, Normandy, Spitfires and Hitler. They remember the Atomic Bomb, Vietnam, the Korean War, the Cold War, the Moon Landing and all the Peacekeeping Missions from 1945 to 2005.
    If you bump into an Old Fart on the pavement, he will apologize. If you pass an Old Fart on the street, he will nod or tip his cap to a lady. Old Farts trust strangers and are polite, particularly to women.
    Old Farts hold the door for the next person and always, when walking, make certain the lady is on the inside for protection.
    Old Farts get embarrassed if someone swears in front of women and children and they don’t like any filthy language on TV.
    Old Farts have moral courage and personal integrity. They seldom brag except about their children and grandchildren.
    It’s the Old Farts who know our great country is protected, not by politicians, but by the young men and women in the Air Force, Army, and Navy.
    This country needs Old Farts with their work ethic, sense of responsibility, pride in their country and decent values.
    We need them now more than ever.
    Thank Goodness for Old Farts!
    Pass this on to all the “Old Farts” you know.
    I was taught to respect my elders. It’s just getting harder to find them.

  2. irishroverpei says:

    A great article Neville, I’m sure you wont object if I post it on my blog, Its so true of today, I hold a door for someone and they don’t even say thank you. I still open the car door for my wife and I some people think that is weird!

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