Why do we always end up as the jungle gym?
Just spent 45 minutes with my kids literally climbing on me like I'm some kind of playground equipment. My 4 year old was doing a handstand on my chest and my 6 year old was trying to jump from the couch onto my back. They laughed the whole time and I felt like I was getting destroyed but also like I was the coolest dad in the world. How is it that we become human jungle gyms and yet we'd never trade it for anything? Being a dad is weird.
This is peak dad life right here. Getting absolutely destroyed by small humans who think you're the most fun thing in the house. Embrace it because they grow up so fast.