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Keeping An Eye

J's new daycare has an atmosphere that feels like a cross between a hospital and a noisy marketplace. They keep things antiseptically clean, the classrooms are lined on both sides of a long corridor that this reminiscent of a hospital ward. There are several hundred kids and their parents rushing in and out - so there is much noise and chaos.

One neat thing they have that I haven't seen before is a closed circuit TV. It allows parents to watch their kids in their rooms while still in the lobby. I am usually rushing in and out at the speed of a tornado with no leisure to stand and stare at the screen. If instead they had a web camera that I allowed me to check on J while at work that would be immensely useful.

It would be the next best thing to being there. I am sure there are risks involved in empowering parents to keep a remote eye on their wards at all times. Some disgruntled mother could potentially record footage and use it to sue the centre for negligence. I would be curious to know if that is the why they stop at the TV at J's center.

Comments

ggop said…
I think employees of either HP or Cisco can do just that (webcam from their desktops) when their kids go to the on site daycare.
gg
Heartcrossings said…
The lucky parents ! On second thoughts though it could be major distraction for the parent and the caregiver could feel like an animal in the zoo.

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