Lying, sitting, kneeling or even bending down on the floor is a hazardous risk for me around my house because of the mischievious children that soar around the room just waiting for a daddy to come by just enough within their reach to land a free ride. They'll latch on just about anywhere they can dig their little fingers into; especially the hair, nose, ears, anywhere they can find a good hold for those sharp little fingers. Most oftenthey merely wrap themselves around the eyes and throat to ensure their bipedal transportation can neither see nor breathe to remove them from their brief but exhilirating ride atop the mountain of dad. These diminutive human hitchhikers in the form of Rylie, Jocelyn and even Tanner who's growing less diminutive by the day have a tendancy for heightened predatory prowling and hunting before and after family prayers.
The preferred modes of parasitic transportation vary from one hitchkidder to the next.
> Rylie prefers stable, predictable carries in the arms or on the shoulders, but no throws whatsoever, and swings tend to be exhilirating but short-lived. She especially likes the self-launched revolutions of mountaineering her feet up to my chin and jumping backwards back on to her feet.
> Jocelyn thrills in the aerial dynamics of swings, throws and acrobatics. Good thing she comes so small and limber.
> Anymore, Tanner will take whatever he can get, but he has to watch out because he has already begun to slip from his status of predator to prey. Warning to Tanner: once you start giving rides you may never be able to get a moment's peace on the floor ever again!
Monday, July 28, 2008
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