http://www.standard.co.uk/news/uk/baby-stuck-in-bucket-minnie-snodgrass-yorkshire-9600392.html Firstly I feel the deep need to congratulate the reporter on an excellent two paragraph story. That’s right, two paragraphs is all you need to get anything said, to instill mirth and leave a long lasting impression. OK, so it’s not hard hitting journalism, but no doubt it will be shared worldwide and not forgotten!
Apart from the fact that the child involved was born with the surname Snodgrass… (a name I though was just made up by Roald Dahl) it really is the most daft situation. I mean, only in Yorkshire are they STILL using what is essentially a Victorian mop bucket… and the fact that the child is so happy and not distraught at the possibly they may just become the mop woman of Conisbrough is just weird. .
One also has to question why Mum was filming WHILST driving… not the smartest move, but then I’m not sure intellect is something high on their family trait list… Would you publicise something that is clearly a personal matter? When your child gets a bit of Lego stuck up their nose would you go to the press? Isn’t it embarrassing enough that you have to walk into A&E with your child stuck in a bucket???
So most children visit A&E at least once for something daft, so I won’t ask how this happened-with kids you never know what was quite going on in their cute little curly haired heads at the time… Obviously it seemed like a great idea to Millie and no doubt it fits into some Piagetian stage somewhere… So I won’t ask how it happened…
However, one further thing that slightly bothers me about this is that the photo looks decidedly photoshopped… especially the head… it seems so unreal… perhaps I am just totally unable to accept the possibility of a child getting stuck in a bucket… perhaps it is photoshopped and it’s all a big hoax… or perhaps somewhere in the Yorkshire Dales in a small village where wifi is still non-existant and people still use wooden handled mops children really do get stuck in mop buckets…
The whole story reads to a soundtrack of ‘Mother’s Lament’ by Cream.
A mother was washing her baby one night
The youngest of ten and a delicate mite
The mother was poor and the baby was thin
‘Twas naught but an skeleton covered with skin
The mother turned ’round for a soap off the rack
She was only a moment but when she turned back
Her baby had gone, and in anguish she cried
“Oh, where has my baby gone?”, the angels replied
Oh, your baby has gone down the plug hole
Oh, your baby has gone down the plug
The poor little thing was so skinny and thin
He should have been washed in a jug, in a jug
Your baby is perfectly happy
He won’t need a bath anymore
He’s a-muckin’ about with the angels above
Not lost but gone before