Ready to rumble
My Angry Linebacker (not yet 2) and Angry Boy (not yet 5) have discovered a new game to give Mommy heart attacks and cause much maternal scolding: wrestling. They start in the middle of our king-size bed, on their knees, and proceed to push each other and roll around in fits of giggles. ALB is usually the instigator. What he lacks in age and size (only in comparison to his older brother), he makes up for in heft and sheer tank-ishness.
When did my bed become the Octagon?
When did my bed become the Octagon?
posted by Angry Pregnant Lawyer at 8:42 PM
5 Comments:
How many times have I heard myself say, "This is not going to end well. This is going to end in tears and/or injury." And it usually does. So what in the hell is the appeal?
Jumping on (and off) the bed, that's what my boys did. And that ended in two trips to the ER for Snowman (stitches the first time, fractured elbow the second). Good luck!!!
Wait! Those kids are nearing 2 and 5???
I feel really old.
How could they be that old already?
Mine wrestled on beds and on the floor for years.
If that's the Octagon, I'm tapping out. Ouch.
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