Everyone Wrestles on Christmas.

Would somebody please explain to me why boys feel the need to wrestle? Apparently, watching the X-Men movie triggers some sort of testosterone driven response hidden deep down  that makes boys think that rolling around and suffocating each other while breaking my furniture is an appropriate thing to do. Mind you, I have three  four boys in my house. My poor, bumped and broken house.

Hmmmmmm. Who should I vote for? I feel like I should vote. Referee maybe? Nah. I'll just take pictures and then kill the first person who bleeds on my carpet.

Riiiight.  I think this is an official move in the errrr wrestling ummm league.

 Not my furniture!!!!   I mean really.

So immature. ;)  O.k. now this has been going on for what I consider waaaaay too long.

Should I throw in the towel?

What fun would that be?

Besides, I think I read some where that you're not supposed to break up a "play" fight between boys. Something about  necessary emotional outlet or bonding or something of that sort.

Now there are 4 boys wrestling around in my house. Just another ordinary Christmas evening at the Wilson's.

Apparently Jim thinks he has finally gotten the advantage.

Until Nolan pulls a secret move called sitting on dad's head.

No Silent Night at this house.

But I love every minute of it.

Amen.