Wrestling and Air Fresheners
Feb
14
2011
Here are a couple random conversations that occurred around here recently:
Wrestling
I don’t wrestle much with my children. That’s what uncles are for. But a while back they went through a wanting-to-wrestle with Daadaa phase, so I obliged them with some wrestling. How could I refuse when they spread blankets on the floor and propped pillows against the furniture?
So we wrestled. It was Alpha and Beta versus me. They’re still small and light, so I would let them get my shoulders down for a few seconds and then I would recover and get one of them down and then I would let him escape after a few seconds and so on and so forth.
The wrestling continued for a while until I decided I needed a break. I let Beta pin me…
Beta: …8…9…10! I won!
Me: Alright, good job Beta. Now let’s –
Beta: LEVEL TWO!!!
Oh, the problems of growing up with video games.
Air Freshener
The scene: just outside Gamma’s room
Alpha: Dad, we got an air freshener for Gamma’s room!
Beta: Yeah, come see it!
Everyone exits stage left into Gamma’s room
The scene: inside Gamma’s room. The children are standing next to the smelly trash can where all the dirty diapers reside. If ever an air freshener was needed, it’s here.
Alpha: Here’s the air freshener!
At that point he steps on the pedal that opens the trash can and they both run out of the room laughing.
That is definitely NOT fresh air from there.
Then Jacob was left alone, and a man wrestled with him until daybreak.
Genesis 32:24