The views of a rabble-rouser and former stay-at-home dad on protests, politics, parenthood, groupthink, and music.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Boa constrictor hugs seemed like such a good idea. I get to squeeze my kid extra-tight, he giggles and wiggles and tries to get away, everyone has a good time. Pure innocent fun.
Ah, but then comes the natural corollary. At least one time during a good boa constrictor hug, every parent has to find out what it means to squeeze their kiddo just a little too tight. And maybe, just for kicks, you'll squeeze your kid on his tummy instead of his ribs.
And did I mention Oliver still drinks a nice tall sippy cup of milk before he goes to bed?
I just changed my shirt. I still can't figure out why the milk started coming out of his nose first, but I think he's gotten the last boa constrictor hug from daddy for a very long time.