Nearly every evening, our home is filled with delighted shreeks, hysterical giggles and the occasional tears – and all of it is caused by the man that our kids call “Daddy.”
He’s a good daddy. He knows how to love his kids. Even if he’s exhausted, if they come to him with big eyes and ask him to wrestle, he will almost always say yes. Particularly if Tia blinks her huge blue eyes in his direction. Usually I have to scrape his heart off the floor so he can answer her.
The wrestling is loud, it’s crazy and it’s rough. He doesn’t hold back – not even with the girl. And when she cries, he reminds her that if she wants to play she has to buck up and be tough. And she will take a deep breath, brush the tears off her face and dive back in.
And it’s not only wrestling – there’s also tickling, some hide and seek and a good deal of chasing. In short, it’s good, good fun. I leave you with evidence.
What about you guys? How do your kids have fun with their daddies?