The Boy loves to wrestle. It's amazing how rowdy he is, without ever really having been taught to be rowdy. It sure is fun, I love it. Of course, it's not all that helpful when I'm laying on the floor trying to fix the sink. And it's even less helpful when The Wife goes to get the camera instead of getting him off of me. But I'm not complaining, especially since I would've done the same thing.
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