Joys of Parenting: Proof

Sometimes my boy needs proof.

Proof that I am more than just his Mommy.

Proof that I was a child once too.

Proof that 'I can!".

We were wondering around the park,

playing, running, jumping, watching,

when we came across this perfect Flamboyant Tree.

I told him that he should try to climb it.

I then proceeded to pick him up and hang him from a branch.

He didn't care for it much...

I little to far from the ground I suspect.

Then I told him that I could climb it.

His response was priceless.

"Mom, No you can't!"

Well that was all it took.

I dropped my water bottle, keys, and my phone and 

I jumped right up into that tree.

His jaw hit the floor and he immediately grabbed my phone.

"I need a picture of this to show Daddy!"

Proof.