Of all the things I hear myself say during the day, one of the most frequent is, "Tucker, please don't lay on Tyler. Tucker, please get off the baby. Tuck, you cannot lay on him. Tucker, you can lay beside him, but not on him. Tucker..."It all seems to be to no avail.
So I am trying a new approach: I have decided to view our home as the early training ground for the World Wrestling Federation. Someday, they will trade in their Huggies for silk boxers and great big belts.
I have such high aspirations for my sons. Let the wrestling begin.
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