WWF

Just those words bring sweet memories of college. My sophomore year I lived in the basement of an old 100-year-old home with 6 other girls. The upstairs was bigger and nicer and only had 6 girls; and we would call them WWF--because that is what it sounded like was going on up there every other night. I swear they were having wrestling matches every night before roommate/family prayers.

So what does this have to do with my current life? Well Ellie's friend Kelly came over for a playdate last week. Kelly has two uncles living with her right now and I think she has been watching them roughhouse. Why do I think so? Because she was bodyslamming Ellie all over the place. I'm such a bad mom, at first when I figured out what she was doing I thought it was funny and I couldn't help but laugh, and I think that only encouraged Kelly. My poor kid. Kelly would walk up to her like she was going to hug her, then kind of fall back and pull Ellie down with her. Kelly still had a wrestling grip on El on the floor when Ellie would just look up at me as if to say, "What the heck is happening? and find someway to make it stop!"

I'm still laughing about it -- but I'm trying not to in front of the kiddies.