Most every day, the same thing goes down here…
Jackson and Tyler start wrestling for fun. There’s laughing and giggling and a general good time, until…
Someone gets hurt.
Then they try to hurt the other and this goes back and forth for several minutes with lots of tears, smacks, kicks and “squeezing”.
Then, one takes a swing at the other and misses causing the other to yell “Missed me, missed me, now you gotta kiss me!”. Now they’re chasing each other through the house, someone is caught, someone is kissed and the fun wrestling begins again.
Then someone gets hurt and well, you see where this is going. The cycle can repeat itself 5 or 6 times at least before they smarten up and just leave each other alone. I’ve learned to not intervene (because it does squat anyway) unless someone is bleeding or about to be bleeding.
The other day, Chase joined in the boy-brand of fun and I decided to play the roll of Mother of the Year and capture the chaos on my camera and also write down what was being said…
Overheard during the brawl…
“Is everyone ok?” (Heard this one a lot)
“It was just a joke!”
“It was just a big bear hug!”
“Missed me, missed me! Now you gotta kiss me!” (Thanks for teaching them that one, Nick.)
*sigh* Life with boys is never dull.