Remember that old saying your mother always said – wait thirty minutes after eating before you go in the water? This rule works in other situations, too.
One of the games that I like to play with Gav is something I call “Attack of the 50-Foot Baby!” This involves putting Gavin up on my shoulders in a sitting position and holding him steady with one hand behind his back while I stomp through the house like a I’m a T-Rex rampaging through downtown Tokyo. He likes to be up high and look at the world from a different perspective. The only thing I get out of this is a bit of exercise and the chance to act like a fool, since I sing the Attack song to the theme from the movie “Attack of the Killer Tomatoes”. This also allows him the opportunity to grab my ears as hard as he can and use them for steering.
So the other day I had just finished feeding Gav and started in on the “Attack of the 50-Foot Baby” routine with him squealing with delight all the way. I went through the house and stopped in front of a mirror to see how the little guy was doing. He met my eyes in the mirror, gave me an immense toothless grin, and spit up all over the top of my head.
So yeah – lesson learned.