Well the wrestling practice went well last night. He definitely had fun, that's for sure. He smiled and laughed and rolled around... Good ol boy, I don't think he realized they were there to rough him up. Training was intense, I thought for four year old. Four of those boys went out crying, mine got clotheslined, ran over by other older kids, worked hard and he kept going. I was just happy to see him go to bed without a fight, and made the usual fuss about going to bed.
There was a little one, he looked about five, he raised his hands to volunteer a match. The coach picked an experience wrestler in the age range.. he tells the volunteer kid 'Now, watch out. You listening? This is my last years top killing machine. He's my top killer, he eats kids left and right.. Are you ready?' The poor kid.. He cried and screamed he wanted his mommy.
I thought about a special someone, and I think I will send her something special this weekend. I don't know when her cool days are, I really suck with that. I stink about the special days for everyone, even the obvious ones.. But at least, I am gonna make some kind a effort to 'family' members.
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