Last night, the Chef was studying on campus and the boys went to bed before he came home. But almost immediately after he walked in the door, they woke up. And he was more than happy to go get them up to have some father/son wrestling time. They had a blast!
But inevitably, what always happens when boys wrestle? Yep! One of them gets hurt. But that’s where the mama comes in and comforts. I like that part.
How can that face not break your heart!?
As promised, I will be posting pictures and commentary on our apartment later today. Stay tuned!