
You know kids like pinatas! There's something about being blindfolded, having a big bat in your hand and having the green light to wail away at whatever is in front of you. Usually a pinata is attached to a tree or hanging from a stationary object. As I searched for something to hang it from, my North Carolina roots kicked in and I quickly became the tree and our broom became my limb. Each hit would cause me to flinch as the pinata would dance around me since I created the perfect pendelum. It is a father's duty, I presume, to become whatever is needed for your kids. On Brilynn's 6th birthday, I was a tree.
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