Tap Out!

Troy and I like to wrestle. It’s what boys do. We get quite aggressive and physical. And it’s not uncommon for me to end up on the floor with Troy on top of me. Usually, he’ll sprawl out to make sure I can’t move. Or he’ll lay across my face and chest to keep me from breathing. In those moments, with my last gasping breath, I’ll say, “Have you had enough? Then tap out...please tap out...tap...”

As I black out, I can hear my son laughing and my wife saying, “Dada down. We have a dada down.”