Childsafe

Recently, when inviting a friend with a newly crawling baby over, I mentioned that although our apartment wasn’t exactly childproof, it probably wouldn’t be too bad. Afterward, I thought it over and came to the realization that we may have the least child-safe home ever. It’s all filled with furniture with sharp edges and loads of toys that are only recommended for ages three and up. Not to mention all the precariously placed piles of crap that are everywhere, just waiting for a precocious little moppet to knock them over. This got me to thinking about what it would be like to have children of my own. I’m ambivalent enough about having children, but when I start to think about what I would have to do to make my life childproof--well, let's just say it’s a daunting prospect. So I suppose I can add that to the long list of reasons not to have children. Or perhaps, I can adapt the child to the home, rather than the other way around. If I just get the kid a Michelin Man style rubber suit and a pair of goggles, he/she should be fine, right?