I glanced over the logo for the link and thought, "oh, the onion." Then I read some of the comments and am saddened.

Kids' bones are especially prone to fracture from the time they start walking until roughly age 5, Haralabatos said. While preschoolers break different bones, the classic "toddler fracture" is a spiral fracture of the tibia, or shinbone.

Hmm, hospitals see it so often it is commonplace, but all the farkers in this thread are saying the article is just fear mongering.

I'll believe the Farkers, since medical professionals who deal with this every day are clearly liars.

As a mother of thirteen children, I am thankful this article brought a dangerous potential predicament to light. I will make sure this never occurs.

I have to go to the store now. I need to buy some more bubble wrap for their room.

P.S.: I am not the clown car.

Whippersnappers! Back in the day, our parents let us slide all by ourselves and we could break our legs without any help at all. Kids today are too coddled, I tell you.

Torrentius: I wish I had known this 6 months ago. Timmy will forever have a limp.

Well, you really oughta take him behind the shed, put him down and try again. Might as well cut your losses on some loser broken baby.

theknuckler_33: The cause of most accidents.

Wrong, that's second most. The leading cause is

I'm guess the author hasn't watched America's Funniest Home Videos.

The clips of parents and their kids are usually enough to make you chew your nails to the quick as you just know the one with dad and a mini gas powered dirt bike and 5 year old sonny all decked out in protective gear on top of the thing isn't going to end well. (And it doesn't.) Don't even bother to look at the skate board kids -- most of whom will probably never have kids, some will undoubtedly have hidden brain damage and most have probably by now been kicked off their health insurance coverage.

Then there are the kids in these electric toy cars, who promptly run over each other, run into trees, poles, bushes, over the edge of ditches, dad, mom and into the family truck.

You can watch parents and kids doing safer things, like snow sledding, where they ram into trees, fences, cars, over each other and into freezing streams -- with the three year old in front.

There's always the safety of bike riding, decked out with elbow and knee protection and helmets -- so they run into each other, every prickly bush on the block, the back bumpers of trucks and cars, guide wires for telephone poles and off the small cliff in the back yard.

I've decided that teaching a kid below the age of 12 to golf means you better wear a full catchers outfit with a double cup and clear everyone off the green for about a block. The same with baseball and who knew those ball and rubber band batting posts could result in broken noses?

Don't forget the pony rides where 5 year old sissy gets bucked about 20 feet into the air to land on her head and the visit to the petting zoo where the young Ram does his best to make sure little Jeffery never discovers what his nuts are for.

In Australia, they're fond of placing their little kids in front of young Kangaroos, who promptly try and disembowel them with those powerful, big clawed feet.

Even older kids, unsupervised, seem determined to take their genes out of the genetic pool by jumping ramps that split their bikes in half, ramming the handlebars in their pills, or they flip wrong and land face first on the PAVED road attempting to sand their faces down to the bone.

The more demented kids use tricked out bikes to ride the rails (steep staircase hand rails, the edges of walls bordering steep cliffs, roof tops and so on) seem intent on do it yourself castration and, when their heads impact the cement ground, voluntary brain surgery. (The Smoking Guns Dumbest usually has a nice collection of young folks determined to wind up in wheelchairs, drooling and looking at pretty flowers before they're 21.)

Any party with kids under 5 and a piñata with a stick is guaranteed to produce some skull fractures and, periodically, some agonizing moments for Dad's groin.

However, the Greatest Dad of All Time Award goes to the guy by the swing sets, with a 2 year old under one arm, who, in a split second, spots Little Jimmy flying off the swing and as he soars through the air, casually snatches him as easily as a fly ball, with one hand, just before the kid makes a crater in the sand with his face.

I was impressed.

I'm also soooooo glad that I don't have kids.

Rik01:
I'm also soooooo glad that I don't have kids.

A-F*cking-Men

That's not a slide


This is a slide


/Pics are hot like a steel slide in August.

When I was a child. I spent time at my grand parent's swim and tennis club in Rancho Bernardo. They had this rocket-ship/slide thing where you got up and inside and went up several levels with an enclosed ladder, the penultimate level had a slide (that was WAY up there) and the top lever was kind of a cone. WAY up there I need to re-iterate. When you got to the top the whole thing swayed a little bit. The slide was a little scary. There were also old timey see-saw's with quite long lever arms, and this carousel dealy you could spin hella fast. Those were the days... those were the days.

Devil's Playground: That's not a slide


This is a slide


/Pics are hot like a steel slide in August.

No, THIS is a slide.

Devil's Playground: That's not a slide


This is a slide


/Pics are hot like a steel slide in August.

No, THIS is a slide.

... weird.