While I was going through pictures for Throwback Thursday for my personal Facebook account, I remembered a little story from The Sprog’s preschool days.
The Sprog was friends with a little boy, T, and T had a hard time getting his jacket on. That elusive second sleeve kept getting away from him; he achieved that “dog chasing his tail” effect that little kids do under those conditions. T’s mom was trying to wrangle T’s little brother, and T let out a cry of frustration. Of course, being a popular kid, T’s friends decided to help him.
Five of them.
Including The Sprog, of course.
Now, if you didn’t know what was going on, you would have thought this little melange of arms and hands was tantamount to assault. However, with collective 4-year-old knowhow, T’s jacket was on his body, and they were happy to do his zipper too, even though this was well within T’s capabilities. Then the kids all scattered off to do their own things.
I just thought that this was aid from the U.S. at its finest.
No one asked for help. Too many people came at one time. Everything was overdone at once. And everyone just ran back to their normal lives when it was over.