It is important for a kid to have lofty goals.
It is even better if she works toward those goals with tongue firmly wedged between her teeth.
Like trying to swing from a pull-up bar gymnast-style and . . . .
hooking a foot around an unsuspecting Daddy’s arm.
I sincerely hope he isn’t leaning back in that chair, balancing on 2 legs.
Okay, now that I think about it, my hope isn’t all that sincere. There is just too much potential for a delightfully disastrous shot here.
I hold my breath . . . . .eh . . . disaster averted.
Until next time . . . . . . . . . .