Are You Ready?!

Tonight, Troy and my wife were upstairs keeping me company while I watched football. Having reached his limit of sitting still after two minutes, Troy decided to climb up on the couch and mess with me. So, I picked him up, lifted him in the air like we were doing a figure skating move, and then body slammed him into the pile of pillows on the couch. He bounced up, laughing with excitement, and came at me again. So, I once again lifted him up and body slammed him into the pillows. Over and over again, with Troy laughing the entire time. For some reason, he’d stretch his long legs out and brace his feet on my chest. Maybe that made him feel more stable, who knows.

After one of the takedowns, he extricated himself from the pillows, bounded across the couch, and said, “Are you ready?!” I couldn’t help but laugh. I asked him back, “Are YOU ready?” And he replied with a loud and enthusiastic, “Yeeeaaahhh!” So, I lifted him once more and slammed him down into the pillows.