Today, Danny climbed a tree. He was up pretty high, and I got nervous because I want him to be safe.
Danny was enjoying his time in the tree, and he tried to explore, but I ruined it all. He was feeling whimsical, but I shouted up things like “Remember medical bills,” or, “Do you want to teach with broken arms?” I stole his joy a bit today.
Isn’t it weird how life is like that sometimes? You think you are doing the right thing, but then, you just take away joy from someone else?
I think I might be Debbie Downer. Every time Danny laughs at a joke, I immediately remind him statistics about feline AIDS.
Ok, not really, but I’m not always so close to my whimsical side. Unless Danny plays Barry Manilow—then, I am all whimsy.