Wrestlemania

I came across a bunch of old photos today which really made me smile... reminding me how quickly laughter turns to tears.

You know the scene. The kids are wrestling on the bed. They are laughing and tickling each other, giggling. There is jumping and rolling, arms and legs tangled together, somebody sits on someone's face; someone else gets an elbow in the teeth... and the wailing starts up.

What began so well and with such joy quickly becomes a war zone with accusations flying, tears streaming and Mummy is left to pick up the pieces and try to negotiate World Peace.

And it's only worse when Daddy gets in on the act. Guaranteed to be tears, and they won't be his, the great big Booffer. I sometimes ask myself, "Do they never learn anything?"

And yet. I guess what lingers in their memories is the fun of the wrestling, the tickling and the giggling, or they wouldn't be keen to jump in the minute somebody shouts, "Fun fight!"

Or to pile on Daddy the second another one shouts, "Let's get him!!!" (as if they actually could)

I am the Mother. I am wise. I know it will only end in tears.
But do I stop them? (as if I actually could)
Nah.

Cos it's lotsa fun while it lasts!

Do you do this at your house (or is it just US?)

PaisleyJade's family have taken this to a whole new level - with no tears! Check out THIS POST that really made me smile...