My daughter has decided that she really likes the “flying game”.
You know that thing you do with small children where you lie on your back, fold your legs up, have the child place his or her weight against your legs and then lift them up on your legs? Sometimes accompanied with phrases like “Whee! You’re flying!” or “Superman! Superman!”
Yeah, so after the twentieth time in a row of lifting her into the air, my exclamations were more wordless grunts of pain and exhaustion.
I may just end up with six-pack abs yet because of this kid.
