I love playing basketball. If I could I would play every day, or at a minimum four days a week. Unfortunately little things like my job and family get in the way of doing that so I have found that I can almost always get two days in, three if I am lucky.
The challenge is to get to the gym and get in as many games as possible before I have to run home because if I come home too late I miss having dinner with my children and it is important to me to eat as a family.
In order to save time I will occasionally skip showering at the gym and go straight home. Last night was one of those nights in which I chose to do so.
When I got home I shouted hello at everyone and immediately stepped into the shower. Three minutes later I was soapfree and on my way to the bedroom to change into my evening lounge attire and that is when it happened.
I had just taken off my towel when my 15 month old daughter reached up and found a new handlebar to hold on to. You’d think that after Trep’s post on a somewhat similar incident I might have been prepared for it, but I wasn’t.
That little girl ambushed me and then pulled with all her might so that she might swing like Tarzan on a vine. I don’t know if I squawked, squealed or screamed, but I do know that whatever I did made her laugh, hard. And because I am a quick learner I made sure to remove her hand and move out of her reach because I knew that she would try to see if she could make her father make the funny noise again and I wasn’t having any part of it.
All I know is that if I were made of the same material as Stretch Armstrong I would be able to wear that thing as a belt or necktie.
To add insult to injury my son saw the whole thing and also laughed with glee yelling “daddy got yanked.” This commentary brought up other issues so I sat down with him that evening to discuss what happened and to hopefully make sure he doesn’t run around telling everyone he sees that “daddy got yanked” because I can only imagine what kind of chaos that would cause.