Ah, yes, the innocence of a little boy and his daddy wrestling on the floor is an image we all love to see!
It was an ordinary Tuesday morning. I (Nate) was getting ready to leave for work and Landon wanted to wrestle before I left. Having been issued a challenge, I could not deny him a match. As we began, everything seemed to be going my way.
But suddenly the tables had turned and I found myself underneath the man child as he began to do his worst to me. He came at me with a barrage of kisses and slobber moves with the occasional bit of laughter, just to throw me off my game. But I wasn't going to let him get the best of me! After all, he is only 19 months old; he can't possibly beat me at wrestling until he gets to be in his late teenage years or even his twenties!
And then it happened. Landon pulled the most devastating submission move ever known to man (you can imagine my pride as the father of such an amazing man child who figured out the way to beat an opponent over 8.4 times bigger than he is!).
Landon threw up in my mouth.
As I gasped for words, air, and the will to live, I cried out for help from Kari. All she could do was lay on the floor and laugh (laughing so hard that no sound was coming out of her mouth). She proved to be no help, so I had to submit. Landon had bested this old man. Thus, he earned the name "The Ultimate Luchadore."