I took my kids to the playground today while we had another showing on the house. Usually I'm the one standing around pushing my son on the swing. Today, I felt like swinging.
I parked myself in the swing and started pumping.
"Wait, Mama," Bubba said. "Let me push you!"
"You don't have to do that. I know how to swing," I said.
"But I want to."
"Okay." I let him push.
Five minutes later he was done.
"Do you think I'll be a good daddy someday?" he asked. "Because I'm a really good swing pusher!"
"Absolutely," I said. "You'll be fantastic!"