Exactly. I can’t add another word.
Nobody ever tells you the Rules of the Playground. I’m not talking about “No littering” or “No loitering after dusk, teenagers!” Not the kinds of rules you might actually find posted in a public park.
I mean the unspoken code among parents that governs everything that occurs on surfaces made of asphalt, spongeturf or wood chips. A trip to the playground is like having a playdate with whoever shows up. Unless everyone agrees to a few ground rules, things can quickly devolve into a shrunken simulation of the Stanford Prison Experiment.
I’ve decided to take it upon myself to write down these implied rules, as best as I understand them. Granted, there may be a bit of wishful thinking thrown in. Here goes:
1. Everything you bring is communal property.
It’s not just polite to share, it’s the only practical way to do things. I’m not going to check…
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