Suffering the Little Children

 

            It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that life is nothing like a James Bond film.

            There are no clever yet truly unbright villains to construct elaborate execution devices that can be rendered out of commission with a simple quarter or Russian supermodel.

            People wearing lab coats and speaking with British accents do not create Transformer-like gadgets that, while under the guise of standard items, are capable of killing, maiming, or make the best damn espresso that Ukraine has ever tasted.

            And, of course, not every woman belongs in the pages of the annual “Sports Illustrated” Swimsuit Issue.

            But then again, life is similar to the fiction world of Bond in one simple yet constant facet: danger.

            Even the unbrightest villain with his most needlessly elaborate death trap can name the most dangerous being in existence. And no, it’s neither the grizzly nor the albacore tuna.

            It is the ordinary, everyday, ubiquitous small child.

            For those in the back of the room, I will repeat myself: the small child is indeed the single greatest source of danger present in the modern world.

            If I have learned anything about persuasive argument from TV court shows (actually, I’m not sure that I have), it has to be that logic is nowhere near requisite. Sure, it might work in an untelevised court case, but that’s beside the point. Noted non-rocket scientist O.J. Simpson figured this one out the first time.

            But I do have evidence for my argument (not for a court case, televised or otherwise). Unlike the aforementioned legal proceedings, it isn’t made up.

            The website for The Miami Herald contains an article about little Caralina Santiago, a 3-year-old girl who managed to ride a Yamaha jet ski – by herself – across Lake Margaret in Florida, through the back yard of Russ Melina, under the Melina children’s swing set, and through the screen around Melina’s back porch. The approximate total distance of Caralina’s ride was 100 yards. Luckily, nobody was hurt.

            “First I'm thinking there's a Jet Ski on my porch,” commented Russ’ wife Bonnie Melina. She then displayed the kind of observatory skills most associated with chimpanzees by adding, “That can’t be good.”

            What makes this little girl so dangerous? Anybody in an arid landlocked area, such as Wyoming, should have nothing to fear from the Caralina Santiagos of the world. But if a toddler can operate a personal watercraft with near-lethal results, what about all of the other young’uns everywhere? Just what are they capable of?

Unfortunately, we probably won’t know until it’s too late, and we are all crushed like so many back porch screens beneath so many Yamaha watercraft.

            Obviously, the saying “Don’t count your chickens with a chainsaw” doesn’t apply nearly as well as “An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.” Here are a few steps that we need to take to protect ourselves from small children and their inherent unpredictability.

            1. Carry lots of duct tape. If you can subdue a child, duct tape can effectively restrain him before he can do something stupid or deadly.

            2. Go to Arizona. Only old people live in Arizona, so you’re safe from the very young. Just watch out for the bluehairs

            3. Avoid Jet Skis that are on porches, as it can’t be good.

            4. Hang out with O.J. Simpson, as little kids don’t like him.

            While you’re following these simple precautions, don’t forget about the other dangers of the world, particularly albacore tuna. If the dolphins aren’t really safe, how can you be?