I thought it would be a good idea to have the boys watch some of the Olympics while we wait for their aunt to arrive. As they watched the highlights of the boxing matches, Ry left the room to look for boxing gloves. He came back with big red “pillow punchers” and worn out green “hulk hands.” And then he and J started to box. It was a little different than the Olympics. There was more stop and start due to a hard punch. And many more stops to say,” hey he hit me too hard.” It soon turned into kick boxing and tackle boxing. J the four year old did most of it to his big brother. Ry, on the other hand, did most of the laughing as it was happening. And then it was time for a break, followed by the whine, “I don’t wana watch Olympics. Let’s watch Wonder Pets.” At which point, I came in here to write.