Alternate title: "Why I am Confused when People ask if I Want A Third Child"
Charlie tried to engage Wes in a friendly little game of full-contact living room football on Saturday while we watched college football.
Fearing someone was about to get bitten by our defenseless little warewolf who could not for the life of him figure out why Charlie kept jumping on him, Ryan jumped in to moderate.
But then Wes dragged Ryan back into the fray.
I read somewhere that boys and men show affection through rough play. It's going to be a long eighteen years. They're like puppies, I tell you.
And then Wes became overwhelmed and called a blankie time out.