I would pick her up and hoist her feet to the ceiling where she would dance . I can vaguely remember her patent leather shiny black shoes and white stockings. Tapping on the ceiling. These events happened often --just for entertainment and fatherly fun.
At that time I had built a big new room addition --we had 7 foot ceilings which made it practical for dancing on the ceiling.
But I had to be careful. This brings to mind a time I am not happy about. We were visiting Mickey's family. They lived in a tiny one room house in very poor surroundings. The house was cement block about 16 X 32. The family was still very young. In the middle of the room was a single light fixture. It was an inexpensive set up with a glass shade. I was in a playful mood with Sandra and I lifted her up over my head for a thrill and to my sorrow, I bumped her head on the light fixture. I guess I even busted the bulb--CRASH! I was so embarrassed and ashamed and full of remorse at the instance. So I vowed I'd be more watchful and careful any time I'd think of lifting the kids up over head for a thrill . I see many father's do this with their off spring and I worry about the child being injured in some way. Sooo--father's don' do dat'.
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I remember dancing on the ceiling too and "dancing" on your toes!
Owen has just learned how to dance on my toes. We'll have to put on a show for everyone sometime :)
Dad was always fun. And to think it was AFTER he'd spent a hard day working on the farm but still having the time and energy to play with us!
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