Just now the following happened:
Wilder: I can kick yer butt, Mama.
Me, while dusting a table: Oh yeah? I seriously doubt that.
Wilder: I can. I'll use my sword.
Me: And I'll use my superior strength and superior intellect.
Wilder: No way. I don't even need my sword to kick yer butt.
Me: Again ... intellect, strength ... superior.
Wilder: Listen, I'm 6, and you're just an old lady.
Two point five seconds later I was sitting on top of him on the floor, all four of his limbs pinned firmly to the ground while he twisted and turned and tried desperately — and unsuccessfully — to escape my old lady clutches.
And at that very moment, given his expression of surprise (and the HUGE smile on his face), I wished my brain could take pictures. That's the only thing that could've made this post better.
4 comments:
Age and trickery will beat youth and exuberance every time!
Dan
Just. Plain. Awesome.
as I recall my little brother was once in a similar predicament.
/wink.
Old Lady 1
young son 0
That Wilder smile must have been priceless!
Keep it up, Mom.
-From a much older Lady!
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