My little guy participated in his first wrestling match last night. OK, a little about me. I have little to no attention span when it comes to athletic events...even when it's my own children who are involved. I've missed many a pass, goal, touchdown, catch, etc. My eyes and mind simply wander. But, oh, my goodness, watching my kid wrestle is a whole different thing. Did I look away? Nope. Do I wish I had? Yes, indeedy. The match was a mess of boy legs and arms all pretzeled together, flip-flopping, and then, mercifully, it was over.
And the funny thing is...
Me: "Are you sore this morning after your match."
Little guy: "No."
Me: "I am. I think I pulled something in my back while I was watching you."
Little guy: "Wow, wimpy, mom."
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