When my daughters were little and they fell down I would always point out that kids bounce. Not very high. Or really at all. The point was they’re not these super fragile beings that need to be carefully cocooned every living second.
And then one day my daughter fell off a swing. In tears, she showed me her rapidly swelling wrist. I hugged her and told her to shake it off. My wife, the smart one, instantly realized it was more serious. Later, X-ray in hand, I was chastised by the sight of a clean total break of her radius.
So, basically, kids do not bounce. At least not all the time.
And I’m an idiot.
In RJ’s defense, he did not start this. When self-preservation is at stake you have to use all the weapons at your disposal.
Even the chemical ones.
You want to raise (eventually) happy, well-adjusted children? Get used to saying no. A lot.
Kids, don’t try this at home.
I have done this. Successfully. It took a few tries to get the timing down.
Sorry for the late post. Busy doing school signings for Odd Squad in Chicago. Exhausting, but fun. Kids are surprisingly tolerant of rambling cartoonists.
What goes on behind closed doll house doors stays behind closed doll house doors.