My dad often tells a story from when I was very young that is a perfect example of Dad Reflexes.
When I was a wee little lad of three years my father and I went to the airport to pick up my mother who had just returned from visiting family. We were waiting at the baggage return when my mom finds us. My dad, overjoyed to see my mom, takes his eyes off of me for only a "moment". Big mistake.
His loving embrace of my mother is abruptly halted when the words "Daddy! Look!" reach his ears. Spinning around to see that I am no longer at his side he begins to scan the area around him. At that moment a sense of peril sets upon him as he sees his little boy perched high upon a refrigerator-sized box. No sooner does he see this does his boy leap into the air with all the strength that his tiny body has.
A distance of roughly forty feet lie between him, his son, and an almost assured injury. At that moment his body moved of it's own accord. Rushing as every muscle fiber screamed.
A mere moment before his son would hit the hard floor he lept, arms outreached. His back hit the ground in deafening thud as he slid several feet across the tile floor. When he finally came to a rest he looked down to his chest to see his little guy staring back at him with big blue eyes and an innocent smile on his face.
It was in this very moment he realized that he had brought a real jackass into the world.
Submitted August 04, 2016 at 10:10AM by ConnorMcJeezus http://ift.tt/2ax2McG copypasta
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