Him: I want to do a trust fall.
Me: Okay..... Where? Now?
Him: Now. With you and dad. I want to stand on the (dining) table.
Me: No, you can't stand on the table...right?
Papa: If you want to do it, he's got to be on the table.
Papa: Cross your arms across your chest, lock your knees.
Hahahaha somehow, he manages a successful trust fall! The children used to bend their legs, almost reflexively.
He didn't.
It was such a random, crazy request but I'm glad we made it work. Just showing up and trying to remember that the small moments matter.
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