Dylan,
I have memories of my Dad, with his bear paw hands, tossing my youngest brother in the air or holding him in some unconvential one-handed grip. And I remember that while some fretted, I thought it looked like fun for both of 'em.
I was right.
My hands are as long (if not quite as massive) as Grampa Russ' and if you haven't eaten too recently I sometimes grab you by the rib cage and toss you in the air above my head a few times. It's probably the best way to see all your teeth, the way it makes you smile.
Dad
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