August 13, 2012
"See, daddy really does have magic."
I have no idea how or when it started but whenever the kids get some minor injury, I ask them to put the impacted body part in my armpit. We count to twelve - always twelve, never eleven or thirteen - and the body part is then released. The healing power of my armpit can easily be attributed to the preceding twelve seconds of silliness but the kids don't seem to see it that way. I see laughing, they see a healing miracle. These days minor scrapes are quickly followed not by screaming or a request for bandaids but, instead, a dad, I need your armpit.
This is one of those situations that your pre-parenthood self could have never imagined. That's the awesomeness of parenting.Posted by Chris at August 13, 2012 7:06 AM