J Bean (5) started sobbing to Vv today after basketball class that she didn't want to grow up. She was worried she was going to get too big for me to flip her around and hold her upside down. When they arrived home, Vv told me about it so I went and found J Bean sitting in her dark room pouting cross-legged in the middle of the floor. Grabbed her up, threw her around like a bean bag, held her upside down on the ceiling and asked her what was wrong.
"I don't want to grow up ever, not even a little. You won't be able to pick me up and toss me around anymore." She said with a fat lip.
"I'll always be able to pick you up and throw you around." I promised. "At least for as long as you want me to because I'm super big and super strong."
"No you won't. I will always want to, forever and ever." She whimpered in despair.
"Are you going to be bigger than Mommy anytime soon?" I asked.
"No, I don't think so."
"Well, I can pick Mommy up, she may not want me to, but I can do it. Go ask her."
20 seconds later, I have Vv over my shoulder in a fireman's carry and then into a Mr. T style Airplane spin until Vv's protests put an end to the manuever.
Lifted J Bean again, held her upside down, so she hung in front of me face to face like a little dangling SpiderMan. "Believe me now?" I asked.
She giggled, laughed and asked for more spinning; I obliged. I guess she won't be growing up today. Not on my watch.