Bravery, or, Your Mama's a Punk

First, let me say, this sucker is tall.

That's Bug, sizing up the task at hand.

Now, I like to think of myself as a pretty daring individual.  My motto has always been,
"I'll try something once as long as it won't get me killed or arrested."  I don't think an arrest was imminent, but falling off this slide and breaking my neck was a real possibility, soo . . .

I told Bug he could go down the smaller slide (Don't judge.  Those who can, slide.  Those who are chicken, put their three year-old on the slide).   But then, Cousin Kita had the bright idea to go down the "Big Slide."

I was terrified.

Bug . . . was not.

"Okay, he can go as long as you go with him."

*Note: Bug's mama did not volunteer to scale Everest with him.

So, Kita 'N Bug scaled the harrowing heights, the epitome of bravery and grace.

Their descent . . . mmm, not so much.

From that point on, Bug was definitely a bigger boy, climbing the Matterhorn like it was nothing.

*Note: His mama stayed on the ground.

Ahhh, the fearlessness of youth!

Hugs 'n love