I love it when Mom puts her hands on my shoulders and lets me move her up and down with the waist-hold I have. And I think she likes it, too, at least if the fact she puts my hands there means anything.
I love it when Mom puts her hands on my shoulders and lets me move her up and down with the waist-hold I have. And I think she likes it, too, at least if the fact she puts my hands there means anything.