Pushing my child. That reminds of a story. Not much related, but fun.


See there is a clown slide at Disneyworld attached to the Boardwalk hotel/villas. My daughter G (the one with emet) was tall enough to go, but was scared. I didn't "push" her. All she did for the next year was talk about the clown slide. So we went back the following year (we own a time share). Gues what?


Yes, she gets to the top with me. And stops. No daddy. I am not going. Starts to turn around and climb down the ladder. Remember, we are very high up, wet, with a wind blowing, I am cold, shivering, this kid has talked constantly about this moment.


I give the lifeguard the "Daddy is about to toss the kid in the clown slide look."


The lifeguard acknowledges me.


I grab her and toss.


She is sitting, mouth wide open, hands clinched on the rails, the entire trip. She lands in moms arms waiting at the bottom. And SHOUTS, "I want to do it again."


I spent the next 45 minutes going up and down the clown slide, FREEZING!


And yes, I did get in trouble from my wife.