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I'm getting old.
On Saturday morning Bean and I were mucking about on the bed and part of the game involves him diving on me.
I was laid across the foot of the bed (a Superking Divan) and he took a dive at me which resulted in him actually diving over me. I grabbed him to stop him falling head first off the end of the bed, and the momentum took us both over the edge.
Now, it's only about 2ft high (maybe a touch more), and I managed to get myself under him and landed on my left side, shoulder/arm first. Him then landing on me.
I grazed my elbow and bruised my shoulder.
I landed on carpet for crying out loud.
I remember jumping the full length of mum & dads stairs, performing dives in the garden (on grass) and generally larking about without so much as a graze. I never visited hospital for broken bones or open wounds.
Granted, there was 17st of me landing on my arm, but it was only from 2ft high!
He ran off and climbed back on the bed, and asked to do it again. I was less keen.
LadyWayne provided her usual level of sympathy and after asking what the bang was (she was downstairs), started chuckling when I showed her my arm.
What worries me, is that Bean is likely to get more boisterous/adventurous/fearless as he gets older and I won't be able to play along.
Anyone know if there's a body double agency for dads?
On Saturday morning Bean and I were mucking about on the bed and part of the game involves him diving on me.
I was laid across the foot of the bed (a Superking Divan) and he took a dive at me which resulted in him actually diving over me. I grabbed him to stop him falling head first off the end of the bed, and the momentum took us both over the edge.
Now, it's only about 2ft high (maybe a touch more), and I managed to get myself under him and landed on my left side, shoulder/arm first. Him then landing on me.
I grazed my elbow and bruised my shoulder.
I landed on carpet for crying out loud.
I remember jumping the full length of mum & dads stairs, performing dives in the garden (on grass) and generally larking about without so much as a graze. I never visited hospital for broken bones or open wounds.
Granted, there was 17st of me landing on my arm, but it was only from 2ft high!
He ran off and climbed back on the bed, and asked to do it again. I was less keen.
LadyWayne provided her usual level of sympathy and after asking what the bang was (she was downstairs), started chuckling when I showed her my arm.
What worries me, is that Bean is likely to get more boisterous/adventurous/fearless as he gets older and I won't be able to play along.
Anyone know if there's a body double agency for dads?
Afraid you'll have to get used to it and put up with the bruises! 
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