Last night, we had a continuation of a previous game.
Patrick joined me as I was getting ready for bed. I leave early for work, so I am often getting ready before my wife and son.
It looked like he wanted to lay down with me ... what it became was a game of "bounce on Papa."
In this game, he sits up (often helped up by Jen or myself) and he then slams his head back into my chest or stomach ... Jen is often concerned for my well being, but in reality I am generally not in pain, more surprised as my ongoing laughter does not give me time to prepare for the next hit.
He did get one or two good hits on my sternum ... just knocking the wind from me ... making me laugh even more.
Patrick joined me as I was getting ready for bed. I leave early for work, so I am often getting ready before my wife and son.
It looked like he wanted to lay down with me ... what it became was a game of "bounce on Papa."
In this game, he sits up (often helped up by Jen or myself) and he then slams his head back into my chest or stomach ... Jen is often concerned for my well being, but in reality I am generally not in pain, more surprised as my ongoing laughter does not give me time to prepare for the next hit.
He did get one or two good hits on my sternum ... just knocking the wind from me ... making me laugh even more.
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