Several decades ago, I have very fond memories of rough-housing with my son. Wife always disapproved, but we loved it despite getting actually banged up. We’d just say, don’t tell Mom! But the broken stuff and occasional blood would give us away.
Scott Stantis
March 20, 2014
September 30, 2017
Several decades ago, I have very fond memories of rough-housing with my son. Wife always disapproved, but we loved it despite getting actually banged up. We’d just say, don’t tell Mom! But the broken stuff and occasional blood would give us away.