Recently you boys have really come to enjoy fighting on the sofa. I call it Fight Club. It started with Daddy, but these days, you no longer require Daddy to spend a good 45 minutes duking it out just the two of you. It always starts with giggles, screaming and laughing, and ends in tears on the part of one or both of you.
I've stopped saying "be careful" and I just wait for the end of the round when one of you comes running over to me crying. We wipe the tears, ask if you're ok, and send you right back into the ring.
|17 July 2012 :: 6.17pm|