After getting home tonight Will provoked me into a wrestling match. I was Mr. Green (Will vetoed my first name, Mr. Pink), Will was SuperBoy, and Charlie was Mar Mar (naturally Will names him as if he were a dolphin).
Early on, Will got off balance, fell, and hit his head a bit. He went to the freezer and got his Bob the Builder ice pack, placing it on the boo boo. Same thing happened about five minutes later. Then he complained about hurting his side.
"You've got to fight through the pain," I told him. And he did, valiantly.
For about five minutes. After one of my patented moves, Will complained with another "Ow." When I repeated my line about fighting through the pain, he objected.
"But Daddy, you're not being tender enough with me!"
You know, because wrestling is typically a tender sport.
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