........that my dad was a handson buck and wanted to sway him to her ways. By the looks of it Dad is on the fence, he doesn't know what to do. In the end he did not give into her persuasiveness.
When I was little my sisters would send all of us on a search to go and get all of the pillows and blankets and cushions we could find. Then we would make a huge pile and then we could go for a ride. We could sit on thier feet and then they would launch us into the air soaring until we landed purposfully onto the mound. We only did this when my parents were gone, because mom and dad had like 20 pillows on their bed and we needed them to protect our bums and there was no way they would let us use them otherwise.