Sometimes I wonder, if I didn't stop them from wrestling how long would they do it? That is an answer I will never know. I can only take so much. It almost seems like wrestling is as important as breathing. They are like magnets, helplessly drawn to each other with figure four leg locks in mind.
It is definitely a boy thing. I'm sure if I had four girls I wouldn't be dealing with this. Jason is definitely the worst. Just yesterday I saw him pounce on Nathan during the two minute commercial break of SpongeBob.
In their eyes, greatness is measured by how high you karate kick, how authentic sounding your hi-yah noises are, and how easily you can pin your brother.
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