Play Wrestling

Boy and I just play-wrestled nekkid on the couch for a good twenty minutes.
I laughed so hard I cried.
He didn't seem to understand that the more he pinched my nose the more I couldn't breathe and the more I couldn't breathe the more funny I found it.
I couldn't stop laughing.
I had whooping cough as a kid.
It was a lot like that.
No, really.
Only there were tears of laughter rolling down my face as I whooped and hollared and gasped and squeaked and damn near nearly died.
And I got tea-bagged.
TWICE!
But I won in the end as boy took off to his room.
*raises arms in victory*

We're spending our first day off in weeks in style, man. In style.