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I love my two daughters. And I’m sure they love me. Well,… not sure. How can you be really sure. Who knows? Maybe they secretly despise me.
Maybe they’re bio-engineered robot skeleton invaders and I and millions of other parents have been unwittingly chosen to assimilate them into earth culture so that at a predetermined time they could attack us and rip out our spleens.
But probably not.
Kids do bounce. Not high. You have to really pay attention to see it,… but they do bounce.
There may be a broken limb or three. Or a mild to moderate concussion, but they do bounce. Therapy, both physical and psychological, may be required, but they do bounce.
Later in life, they may overreact to their having bounced by making their own kids live in a hermetically sealed bounce resistant padded bubble.
But they do bounce.
And that’s my revisionist-history-parenting-story and I’m sticking to it.
I don’t know who’s got more therapy in their future — the son or the father?