by JuJuan Buford
It's amazing. Children truly believe their fathers are super heroes; totally impervious to pain or harm. So I'd just finished Christmas dinner and was taking a little nap. All of a sudden the air stands still. My daddy senses go off like alarms, but it's too late.
The child has launched herself from atop a cloths basket that stands a little over 2 feet tall, and drops a Randy Savage elbow on the back of my neck and shoulder.
Then as I rollover half dazed, she follows it up with a Hulk Hogan leg drop.
The assault completed, she sprints away to the dining room table for a glass of chocolate milk. Of course she would. I mean after such an exhibition of physical prowess, we'd all need a little sip to refreshen ourselves right?
You've got to be kidding me. Fatherhood.
