This is a very typical scene at our house. The boys wrestling/fighting/being sweet with each other. Usually a combination of all of the above. When Jeff is home the boys don't want to do anything but wrestle around or get thrown on our bed. This morning we played the shark game. This consists of one of us being a "bad shark" and walking around on four legs chasing the others around and then pretend biting until eventually someone gets hurt and cries and we stop.
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why can't boys keep their hands off each other? the wrestling in our house has gotten so out of control that Henry doesn't understand when not to wrestle...like little girls at the gym or old ladies at church
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