Troy has completely embraced the fist bumps. In fact, he’s even been initiating them with me in the morning after I strap him into the car. It’s like he’s telling me that I did a great job with the car seat. Or perhaps it’s motivation to go have a great day. Like, “You got this, dada. Go be the Wizard of Oz.” It’s awesome.
I’ve been trying to work in an explosion or something after we bump fists. Just something to jazz it up a little bit. Maybe one day we’ll have an entire routine; fists, elbows, knees, feet, hips. It’ll be like baby and dada’s secret handshake.
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