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Safety Nazi?

My dad is known as the "Safety Nazi" and he has earned this title well (fear of choking, burning, tripping, falling, hitting, losing, etc). Apparently, I take after him...safety to the extreme...bike helmet and carseat:

You know, this is actually a fabulous idea...dontcha think?
Okay, okay, I've gotta admit it...this was all Little A.'s doing! He discovered his bike helmet and fell in love with it. Who am I to tell him he's gotta take it off before getting in his carseat? Hmmm, he may just be on to something here...




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  1. That's funny, safety was a big issue in my day today. I have an 11 year old who decided he'd try to hold his breath today and he passed out! Yes he did! The school nurse called me. He's fine thank God! Anyway, keep that helmet on him! Blessings

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  2. That's cute. Leaving it on was probably easier than making him take it off...and you're right...it's safe.

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  3. Just read your comment, no, it's not cheating to use your post. Your my first contestant...cool.:)

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  4. Too cute...I enjoyed reading your blog tonight....Had some time to do some blog hopping...

    always enjoy finding new blogs!
    Hope you will visit me.
    This month I am posting on our Disney trip.

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  5. Funny! My daughter Abby went through the same thing with her Dora bike helmet. (I have a funny post about it from April - Busy mom's tip #7) If you get time to read, you'll enjoy!

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