Nothing brings my boys closer together than wrestling. They partake in it frequently throughout the day, but when mom can take no more of it they have a plan B. Plan B involves a little more imagination, 8" tall action figures with bulging muscles, and a wrestling ring.
I like plan B a lot more. No one gets hurt and the house stays in one piece.
Even James is getting the hang of it.
Don't you dare call them dolls though. I did it once just to be funny and got three pairs of eyes giving me the death stare straight into my soul.
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