On Saturday morning, I was upstairs blow drying my hair while Andy was playing with Michael in the living room. My hairdryer is pretty noisy, so I had no idea that they had come upstairs and were goofing around until Michael appeared out of no where with a big grin on his face, and a rope tied around his waist. I look up, and there is Andy on the other end of the rope letting Michael drag him around.
Of course, being a mom, the first thing that pops into my mind is that there is no way that looping a rope around my child is safe and that they should cease and desist ASAP. What if the slip knot somehow gets around Michael’s neck and tightens up? Who in their right mind would ever put a rope around a child? I was about to say something when they both broke out in fits of giggles and tore off down the hall.
So, I resumed drying my hair, contemplating how safe it was for Michael to be racing around with a rope around his waist. Boom! Michael came crashing into my legs, still giggling, still with Andy in tow. Before I could say anything, they were off again on their own little Iditarod through the house. I could hear them laughing down the hall over my hair dryer. The next time Michael came crashing into my legs, I just laughed along with them. I have no idea what was going on, but it was clearly the most fun the boys have had in weeks.
And that’s just the way it is. Sure, when Michael needs a hug or some comforting, I’m number one. But, when it comes to having fun, Daddy does it best.