Child Harbat has so much energy I can almost see the food being burned up inside her when I look in her ear, like the viewport on a blast furnace. One of the games she still enjoys playing is “Baby Smackdown” which means you get to play the role of human trampoline, willing or not. My wife managed to snap a picture of our daughter, mid-jump, during one such game. This is usually the last thing you see before getting a pair of knees to the solar plexus. Spirited indeed!
Writer, architect, father, husband.
Maybe you guys should get an actual trampoline.
That’s the face I used to imagine coming out of my closet at night when I was little. OH GOD ITS BABY SMACKDOWN!