When Heather leaves me and the kids alone for a night, or 5, the first thing that happens is usually the destruction of the sofa and the cushion jump of death.

Hopefully my kids will remember that their dad was massively in love with them.
What is one of your favorite “ordinary” moments with your dad or mom or parental figure growing up.
One of mine is when my dad would let us get in polyester sleeping bags and slide head first down the carpeted stairs.
I’m still bruised.
Building a tree house? Building a fort of bed sheets? Stories in the closet? The rope swing? Or nothing at all?
Please tell…