...And, Daddy tried to kill him.
I thought to myself, "Oh how cute. I never take videos of them just playing and rough-housing." Apparently, I should've been serving as a spotter.
Not to worry, Daddy did, in fact, catch him before he smashed his head too hard on the coffee table and the only casualty was a picture frame. Everyone is fine. He didn't even cry, just a little "hey, what the heck just happened?"and all was settled with a big squeeze.
Well, except for the question of who is a better rough-houser? Obviously it's me, since I have never flung our child across the room.
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