Ship of Fools

My son turned one on Friday. My wife and I planned a birthday party for him for Saturday because it was just more convienient for everyone who we wanted to attend. We planned it for weeks, got everything together, made dozens of phone calls, and told everyone that we were going to have it at the park in downtown Gridley. About four days prior to the party we came to the relization that Saturday was Cinco de Mayo and that the park would be filled with a vast array of drunken retards so we decided to have it at my parents house instead. The party turned out great, everyone had a great time, the food was wonderful (thank you Jordan for providing the oink and cluck) and our son got lots of wonderful gifts.

One of the gifts he got, this one from his grandpa Barley, is an inflatable gym. The thing is rather large and took me about five head rushes to blow up. After spending an hour feeling like Snoop Dogg I finally got the thing inflated and noticed that it, like every other chlidrens item now, has a huge warning label on the side stating what every person with half a brain should already know. Suddenly it struck me that the warning has changed from previous ones I've seen. No longer does it say "Use only under adult supervision" now it states "Use only under competent supervision." I started looking at my sons other toys and they all say that. For some reason it struck me funny as hell and every time I walked past one of his toys a little part of me would laugh. Guess someone finally realized that just because you are an "adult" does not mean that you are exactly "competent." Well, duh!