We took Ms. Gooseface, age 2, to an indoor amusement park this weekend. And we said "Amuse!". And she did not. She 'fraidy catted all over the place. She became petrified of slides, fearful of bouncy mats and terrified, yet strangely drawn to the horsies on the carousel. So much so that we had to take turns taking Ms. Gooseface on the carousel, but she refused to actually SIT on the horse. She would only be held by said sucker-parent as the evil, yet intriguing horses went up and down and Mama Gooseface felt like puking into a bucket.
And Father Goose? Oh he was livid. He of amateur cliff-jumping (whilst testicle covering) fame, of naked rapid canoeing over Thanksgiving weekend and losing his glasses glory could not believe that he had spawned a 'fraidy cat.
And when he told me that it was all my fault. And I could not agree more.
And there we have one of the first concrete signs that Ms. Gooseface is really mine!
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