No, it's not that nonsense, Friday Night Smackdown . . .
No, it isn't that barbaric stuff called cage fighting . . .
Good 'ol father/son fun!
It doesn't matter where . . .
It doesn't matter when . . .
It could be 9:00am or 9:00pm . . .
When Dad says "Come On!"
They come runnin' . . .
And the Wrestle Fest begins!
Blessings~
P.
5 comments:
Oh yes, we are quite familiar with Wrestle Fest around here! Word of warning though, in about...oh...8 years or so, Wrestle Fest will still be going strong, but the walls of your house will shake and your DH will be winded and have to admit that he's no longer a spring chicken when his 6'3" son takes him down. I'm speaking from experience here. Wonderful memories.
We are on the second generation wrestle fest here! The grands love to wrestle with Grampie and they wear him out! He loves it though and it's worth the aches and pains afterwards! haha! Kids will never forget these fun times!
Love it! I always wrestled with my dad. Great memories. Your boys will have them too.
How fun is that...dad better watch out....those boys are growing up fast....and there's two of 'em!
Wrestle Fest looks familiar. Chris is having to take on one at a time now. It's a full body workout to wrestle Drew now.
Frankly...I'd be scared to wrestle Ricky, that boy has some moves!!
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