Tonight I got stuck in my kids’ play tunnel. Before you laugh, it’s not all that big, and I thought I’d give them a big laugh by chasing them through it. With my head just peeping out the end, my daughter (almost 2 years old) decided to give me a hand. I felt her grab my hair with her hands and begin to pull with all her might.
And while I appreciate her dedication to helping her mom out, my head is wishing that she wasn’t such a strong, determined little girl.
It’s one of those glamorous moments of mommyhood. What’s yours?