My three boys love to wrestle with their Dad, but they each have their own style.
The oldest laughs gleefully while getting playfully beaten up.
The skinny middle child, who hates to be tickled and has no fat to soften the pains of a good wrestling match, usually ends up crying.
The five year old fights the hardest, as if he believes he can beat a guy who weighs 130 pounds more than he does. In one recent wrestling match, clearly headed for another loss, he shouted:
“Nice try, small fry!”