There is a new nightly game around the old homestead. It is called...
Throw yourself as hard as you can against Daddy and try to crush every bone in his body!
I know three little kids who think it is a blast!
The nearly bonecrushing jump of a little boy is pretty extreme...
...compared to that of his little sister.
The boys big sister falls somewhere in between... but is still more poetic than bone crushing.
This is so much fun...
for children and Daddy. He laughs and encourages them to do it again... and harder this time!
This is only one small reason why we need our Daddy in these parts...
The Mommy around here isn't playing this game.
She thinks "Ouch" every time they crash into Daddy.
She warns of impending danger.
She reminds people of the horror stories where one small child may have lost an eye, finger, leg, arm while playing a
completely different similar game.
There are some fundamental differences between Mommy and Daddy, you see...
Daddy is rough and tumble... ready to wrestle... eager to play in the cold snow. Yet ready for a hug or a kiss from any of his brood.
Mommy is soft and silky... ready to color, cook or craft... always sharing laundry folding and a good conversation... and ready for a hug or a kiss from her brood.
I think we need both sides... don't you?