My 2 sons were building race tracks in the den when I walked in stomping my feet and growling like a dinosaur.
4 year old runs at me, I pick him up, thinking I was going to throw him over my head, and dangle him behind my back.
Instead, he punches me in the temple, almost causing me to drop him. But I hold on... until the 2 year old walks up slowly and upper-cuts me square in the left nut. Dropping me instantly.
My first thought was to yell. Then, the "aww Hell yeah, those are my boys" sunk in.
Instincts. My boys have them. :fuckyeah: