Thank you. In my estimation, the greater risk at play would be not instilling in your kids a healthy sense of adventure and fun. No man ever said 'my dad was a cool dude, he bought me some plastic bullshit and took me for play dates at the the neighbour's place.' Loads of people (on this very thread even) gleefully recall ripping on their parents back's.
I fondly and vividly remember meeting my dad at the end of the driveway as he was coming home from work. He'd open the door to our Ford Ltd. an ask me in a faux Italian accent 'is it time for Lucky el Driver?' I'd laugh and hop on his lap behind the wheel. He'd gun it up our driveway, straight for the open garage. Just as we we're getting close, he's slam on the brakes and stop just before smashing into the back of the garage. My dad would spew some B.S. about how he 'Lucky el Driver ' was the greatest driver in the world. I'd laugh my ass off. He was probably not going more that 15 km/hour, but to me it was exhilarating. Many of my fondest memories of childhood involve that sort of thing. And was my mom ever pissed when we finally smashed into the back of the garage!!!!
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