Tonight I discovered something. Either I am getting older and weaker, or my sons are getting stronger. Or maybe it’s both.
I was wrestling with them on the floor, and at a certain point, I grasped both of them and asked them to try to escape. After much struggling, one, and then two, were able to release themselves from my clutches.
I have made this challenge before, and they were not able to accomplish this feat. This is family history!