Let’s talk slide etiquette. While at the playground, do you allow your kids to climb up the business end of the slide, or do you force them to go up the ladder, as God intended?

On the one hand, I can see the value of maintaining an orderly traffic pattern. Banning the up-slope climb reduces the incidence of collisions and falls. It’s definitely safer. On the other hand, the whole damn jungle gym is unsafe. Given that, is it really so bad if the kids climb up the slide? I mean, no other section of the jungle gym has a one-way rule. Isn’t orderly play an oxymoron? Doesn’t it conjure up pictures of the kids in A Wrinkle in Time bouncing their little balls in unison?

The way I see it, you’re doomed no matter what you do. If you allow your kid to climb, it’s unfair to the kids whose parents are making them obey the rule. And if you impose the no-climbing rule on your child, it’s like an indictment of those parents who are letting their kids climb with impunity.

Here is a modest proposal: Since I have so many other disciplinary issues to address with my boys, I would love to throw caution to the wind and let them play as they will. Can we all agree to refrain from interfering unless someone’s child is in imminent danger of serious physical harm? At least, until the kids start doing this?

Speaking of the playground, the New York Times reviewed two books about nannies this weekend, and the reviewer recounted an incident from Lucy Kaylin’s And Nanny Makes Three as follows:

One day when her Jamaican nanny, Hy, had to take a few hours off, Lucy Kaylin, the executive editor of Marie Claire, took her children — 5-year-old Sophie and 2-year old Owen — to the park herself.

Aware of the nannies eyeing her from the playground’s benches, she gave Owen a hearty push on the swing to show the spies how fun-loving a real mother could be.

Glancing back at the benches, expecting approval, she saw “nothing but horror.” Whipping her head around, she saw her son dangling, his head nearly smacking the ground.

“My experience in this area was so limited — the park being Hy’s realm — that I didn’t even know Owen was too young for this much speed and height, and that the bucket-style swing would have suited him better,” Ms. Kaylin writes.

Ms. Kaylin is clearly an idiot, but not (only) because she nearly decapitated her kid on the swings. She’s an idiot because she thought that this sort of “I’m so removed from my kids’ lives that I can barely find the playground on a map” pose would contribute anything useful to the public discourse on child care. What really burns is that this anecdote will be interpreted as evidence that we “corporate types” (i.e., working parents) are deficient mothers. For the record, I have a full time job, I’ve visited the playground more times today than Ms. Kaylin apparently has in her life, and I have never given my toddler a head injury on the swingset, even if I do let him climb backwards up the slide.