When we were sledding in Sunriver for Dylan’s birthday I was at the base of the hill rapid-firing photos with my phone when this happened:
I promise you I was at his side nanoseconds later, although the photographic evidence totally makes it look like I just stood there like a heartless asshole. “Hey, I know your face is covered in bleeding abrasions and I’m not entirely 100% certain your neck didn’t just snap right in half, but say cheese!”
He was fine, thank god, but damn. Parenthood certainly has a way of unexpectedly elevating your heart rate, doesn’t it?