[Hidden Away From Logan and His Blushing Not-Bride]
So I was playing with Baby Esme. She wanted a horsey ride, I did her one better and gave her a lion ride. And maybe I was going a bit quick, but it's a long hallway, and Esme knows to hang on. She's pretty smart.
And maybe I took the corner a little fast, but come on, I've taken faster corners. If she slips (and she never has, incidentally, knock on wood or this fake wood grain substitute my desk is made of) I can catch her before she hits the ground. But it doesn't matter, because she didn't slip. And never does. So there.
Anyway, to make a long story short, we ran into Daddy. And as it turns out, We Do Not Take Daddy's Little Princess Around Corners At Double-Digit Speeds. I think the only thing that saved me from a serious mauling was the fact that Esme was laughing her little head off, and Logan didn't want to get my blood on her clothes.
So yeah. Maybe I should limit the fun and games to fetch. Ahem.