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Started by Geoff_N, January 15, 2010, 09:57:28 AM

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Geoff_N

My baby grandson was beaten up in his nursery yesterday (he's only 11 months old). Only a few scratches and he's OK. But the primeval caveman in me wants to go round to his assailant's house and beat up his granddad! So what happened to the notion that us civilized beings sublimate our aggression through creativity?

I'll be all right when I've beaten up an empty cardboard box from Amazon.

Geoff

delboy

I can't even conceive of a pair of eleven month  old babies having a brawl. But based on the premsie that the younger you start at something the better you're likely to be can you let us know your grandson's name, Geoff. I want to get down to William Hill and put a small wager on him being a world champ prize fighter by the year 2030!

I did ring and ask them if I could put a tenner on the Amazon cardbox box, too, but they said they weren't taking any more bets. Coudl have got 5:1 on you, though  ;)

Del
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Rook

Let's face it, Geoff, given what adults do, we can't really expect any better from small children.

That said, my inclination would be to go for the persons WATCHING the little ones.

And, 'Hurray' to you for being so involved and engaged in your grandson's life. :)  (I know many parents MUCH less interested.)

Box crushing sounds like a good solution, and I concur with Del.

Was the aggressor the same age? I usually think of older children attacking younger, not eleven-month-olds brawling...

But then, the children I've cared for were not inclined to attack babies, regardless.
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Geoff_N

Baby Oliver (for Del's benefit LOL) His full name is Oliver Monk. I got into .trouble calling him Chip ;)

He's in the nursery only two days a week - I and grandma look after him on Tuesdays and his mum is home the other 2 week days. In the nursery Oliver is in the baby room where babies go until they can walk steadily. So no one in there over 18 months. Most are under one. I don't blame the nursery nurses, for the baby room the ratio is 3 babies per staff member. However, it only takes a moment for a kid to swipe at another because of a toy they want, etc. If it happened again I'd ask to see the CCTV recording.

Geoff

Ed

Kids are horrible, no matter what age they're at. Still can't bring myself to be mean to them, though. My youngest suffered a similar assault to the one you describe, Geoff. At about the same age, too. Not long afterward, the mother of the offending baby handed him to me, saying he had terrible colic and that she'd be grateful if I'd wind him. I knew he was a bad kid, but I thought winding him was a bit over the top, so I just gave the little bastard a dead leg instead :afro:
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PaulH

I worked at my son's school until recently, covering the playgrounds at lunchtimes. (Yes, yes, I was a 'dinnerlady', despite the fact I'm a bloke).

It was amazing how many of the little gits on that playground used to have small accidents like tripping over when I was there. And as for the two or three really evil ones, well, let's just say they knew better than to try it on with me.