Every night before we wind down, Randall and Jack play Fight Game. It's basically this: Randall stands on one end of the bed and Jack runs from the other and they tackle each other. Lather, rinse, repeat. Add a side of tickling.
It is one of Jack's most favorite things in the world and they spend a good portion of dinner debating who will win Fight Game tonight. Jack usually pulls out, "Mommy wants ME to win Fight Game, right Mommy?" Who am I to argue? I tend to vote for the underdog, although, in all reality, Jack gets some pretty good tackles in there.
And, of course, we need a big, heaping side of Flying 4-Year Old:
It seriously is the best game ever. I need a voice recording of Jack's deep throaty laugh as they tackle, fall down, tickle and try to psych each other out.
I know I've been phoning it in with picture posts lately, but I promise something meatier soon. Promise.