After dinner tonight we had a lot to do. We had to make a trip to the store, we had homework to do and we had our other nightly routines. Andy had other things in mind. He just wanted to do a little wrestling. We did. It was a good old rowdy wrastlin match. Soon Jack joined in and it was the boys vs. dad. I let them have there way with me and served as a trampoline, a crash test dummy, a punching bag and whatever else takes a good beating. Every now and again when they thought they were winning I would unleash a little fury, perhaps the tickle claw or the pinchers of death would make a quick visit. It was good times. The repeated kicking of my back didn't feel so bad. It was almost relaxing. I've never had a massage before so I can't say it was like that but it wasn't bad. We had a good time.
Well, I can say this. I am officially wiped out. All that wrastlin can do that to a guy.
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