I had to stop by my West Hills facility the other day to pick up some of the new shirts that had just come in. I had my youngest boy Nate (not yet 2) in tow. It was something like 2pm, so no one was training and the gym was deserted. Nate had been there many times so I let him loose with the physio balls- no problem right?
As I am unpacking the shirts I hear "Up high Daddy, up high."
"Yeah, ok Nate." then I turned around. YIKES!
Like any father I had a sudden influx of fear and pride. Fear of what his mother would say when she inevitably finds out, and of course pride - not even 2 years old and he climbed a stack of barbells! Camera always ready I snapped the shot and lowered him to (relative) safety.
For the record that is his "I know I'm doing something wrong but I am doing it anyway" smile.
Damn kids.
Joshua Carter
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