Some friends and I took the kids to the bowling alley. While bowling, Matthew, my then 4 year old foster child, managed to drop the ball on his foot. There are no shoes allowed on the lanes, so it was straight on his bare foot.
Understandably, he was hopping up and down holding his toes as might any of us would have do.
I reached for my new phone and being still slightly unfamiliar with it shouted "don't stop hopping!" whilst I searched for the camera function.Does This Make Me A Bad Parent?