The sun dipped low in the sky as the perfect warn breeze caressed my arms, a blessed change from the blustery cold that had plagued us for weeks.
I hunched forward, my index finger gripped tightly by Lil Diva’s tiny hand as she slid down the slide.
“Moooooooommy! Look at meeeeeeeeee!” The Tackler’s voice cut through din of chaos on the playground as my eyes and neck went Exorcist to located him.
My heart did a small twist as I found him.
Perched precariously on top of the highest railing, he towered over everyone. The largest slide connected three feet beneath him – to break his neck should he fall.
His expression displayed none of the danger – or perhaps all of it. His mouth was stretched in the widest Look at What I Can Accomplish grin – lighting the playground with his proud glow.
“I’m big Buzz Lightyear, Mommy. I need to climb up really really high.”
The Talk followed – about all of the consequences that could occur should he fall.
I’m not sure much of it sunk in.
I swear I gave birth to two monkeys….
I wouldn’t trade my little primates for anything.
Did your child/ren do anything to scare you this week or make you believe you’d given birth to monkeys?