I’m a big dude. Not WWE wrestler big, just tall. I know Isabel doesn’t appreciate the unique perspective she has whenever I hold her or we play circus, or how huge I must look when she looks up from the floor, but she should feel lucky. What other kid gets to scrape the ceiling or see on-top of the book shelves?
My height also means that when we start playing more “real-life” games, I will no doubt become whatever tallish object that comes to her mind – building, statue, mountain, pole, dinosaur. Yes dinosaur. Can you imagine me, all raptor-like, squealing and getting my Jurassic Park on in the living room? I suppose it might look something like this…
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