Saturday, January 12, 2008

MY BOY



As his mother I am just sure he is talking about something very deep and thought provoking, like maybe how to find a cure for some disease, or how to make world peace.

But no... he is talking about wrestling or as we say in the south wraslin.


He can't hardly go a minute without talking about it. We even had to take his bunk beds down and just put his mattress on the floor because he kept jumping off the top bunk. Here are a few shots of some of the wrestling moves he likes to do.






Poor Pooh Bear :(

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I would have expecting nothing less from my family! :)