{"id":1770,"date":"2013-02-05T01:53:52","date_gmt":"2013-02-05T08:53:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/jonandlayne.com\/?p=1770"},"modified":"2013-02-05T02:01:52","modified_gmt":"2013-02-05T09:01:52","slug":"ta-ta-papa","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/jonandlayne.com\/ta-ta-papa\/","title":{"rendered":"Dancing on Rusty, Splintery Pallet Tables"},"content":{"rendered":"
A Jon Post<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n My computer is on my lap, a word document is open and I\u2019m sitting here watching my almost-two-year-old daughter playing on a wooden table made of old splintery nail-split pallets. The slats are coming up, the rusty nails are failing in their job of holding mushy, rain ruined wood together and my daughter is dancing on top. Gasher, my huge dog, is pushing at her with his nose and I can\u2019t tell if he\u2019s concerned for her or wants to get up there and dance with her (and probably push her off to a painful landing on the concrete below).<\/p>\n As I write this I\u2019m realizing that there are few things I\u2019d rather do than make unsafe, FDA non-approved, child hazardous pallet tables and watch my daughters dance on them with my dog. I don\u2019t want to watch them fall off those tables or step on one of those splinters or nails but those risks come with dancing on rusty, splintery pallet tables.<\/p>\n