This all started with my Dad who my children affectionately call "Jay".
Yes, that is his first name.
Yes, that is what they call him.
He is totally not a Papa, Grandpa, or any other name. He is a "Jay".
Anyway, Ryan and I took the girls to the park the other day.
Emma asked to swing the baby swings even though she can swing in the big girl swings now.
"Fast, Daddy!"
"Ryan, swing her to the moon," I yelled as I snapped pictures.
This is what happened...
"Dear sweet baby Jesus! Not that high!!"
I almost lost it.
Emma almost flipped out but loved it.
Ryan was oblivious as to why I almost had a heart attack.
And one more time for good measure...
Nutjobs.