The other day I wrestled my boys because I thought to myself, "Mike's not the only one who knows how to have fun, right? I can wrestle too."Audra, don't be an idiot. Although I'm big and strong and can hold my own, amid the flying elbows and flying knees, I remembered, "I don't like this." And I also remembered a good wrestle match when the twins were three years old and they beat me up. Well, then they can definitely beat me up now! They're so dang aggressive, and they were going easy on me, I could tell. So I said, "Stop! Stop! I don't like this game. You want to go read a book or play a board game, I'm your woman, but I'm not doing this." I think they get it.
I love Mike. What a wonderful husband and father. He takes the beating for me.
3 comments:
Woah, what were you thinking?! Those guys are way too fast and strong. Stick to reading books with them. You are wise to let Mike take over wrestling duties.
it is the same at our house--Matt always asks me if the kids tackle/climb on me like they do him--I tell him that is what dads are for!
amen sister & i don't even have twins:) now if i could only have their dad teach 'em how to pay bills in addition to playing, we'd be set?! granted he spends all day @ work, but....
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