Saving the world from bad guys.
Whatever you call it...I don't remember doing this ALL. THE. TIME. growing up.
I'm sure my growing up had something to do with having 4 girls in a row. Now that I live in a house full of testosterone and 2 boys less than 2 years apart, I'm sure this is a life long journey.
From the minute my kids wake up until the minute they fall asleep, they are expressing their love in this fighting sort of a way. And Dan is no exception, he gets right down on the ground with them wrestling the night away.
At times it's rather exhausting. And I try not to be a helicopter mom to break it up all day. I think it's good for them to get it out of their system and learn what happens when they've pushed it too far.
Sometimes it ends in tears; okay, nearly every time it ends in tears. But at the end of the day they both have nothing but love for each other.
I wouldn't trade this boy chaos for anything.