I had nothing to be concerned about. He would reach up and yank down hard on my right ear when I should go to the right. He would rock back and then body slam me when he wanted to go faster. And when he wanted me to stop he would call me Grammy.
I didn't know that he wrote the book on shoulder riding skills.

1 comment:
First off, I love the beard.
Second, I really don't think he could have been any happier than right up there on your shoulders.
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