There is a lot of wrestling going on in our house these days. My dad just loves to wrestle. It started out as "boyfriend wrestling" when my dad and Brandon would wrestle. Dad will say, "It's time for boyfriend wrestling", and Brandon will grunt and drop to the floor. Then, Paige came along and it became "boyfriend and girlfriend wrestling." I mostly supervise, as I don't like to be on my back. But Molly gets right on in there. Most times, Paige is the cheese and Dad and Brandon are the bread in a Paigey sandwich. She giggles the whole time. The kids just love to wrestle with dad. And I love to watch it. I repeat, WATCH it. So you can imagine my surprise when Paige tries to take me down all on her own. Looks like I have to remind her who the alpha Bugg is in this house.