it's impossible for me to ever feel prideful about being a "fun" mom because, well, dad is always funner. (more fun?) see! case in point. they'll always remember him as the kind of person who took them to the park and thought up tying a rope between two trees so they could climb them (drawing a crowd of other eager kids + families in the process). meanwhile, i fully expect to exist in their memories as that woman with the large hair and the weird obsession about the rules of grammar.
in other words--
yeah, i co-parent with this guy. and it is kind of awesome.
(also, go climb a tree today if you can.)