Well, I'm on top of Dad's shoulders, at least. I love the view from up there! Mom used to get scared when Dad would lift me up there, but she eventually came around when she saw how excited I always get. Later on, Grandma too had the same worried reaction, until my delighted squeals set her at ease.
My favorite thing to do on Dad's shoulders is stand in front of a mirror and watch myself bounce up and down, and sway from side to side. Wheeeeeee!
