Thank you radio flyer for absolutely terrifying me of the future to come, lol. My husband's mother always "jokes" about how reckless my husband was as a child, and says she should have named him "stitch". He is covered in scars, has broken his nose twice I believe, and I regularly have to remind him that he's "getting old" when he does something crazy and then whines about how sore or hurt he is the next day.
We were looking through old photos of him and his siblings as children before our son was born, and I came across a picture of a HUGE tree that you could clearly see his sister in a good ways up. I was always scared of heights and so I couldn't believe how high she was. Then I said, "I'm surprised you weren't up there with her", and he said, "oh, I'm up here", and points to the very top of the tree where you can barely make out his maybe 7 year old body. Sigh.
As an adult, my husband will still shimmy up any coconut tree (when we're home in FL where we are both from, obviously no coconut trees in NY), climb on any roof, try to surf in any pool, and regularly makes me uncomfortable by "wrestling" with our 7 month old baby. It looks like the slow motion baby version of the WWF, and of course, our son loves it.
I think I'm doomed, lol.
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