Dad's first "battle" with Mason

No, it's not what you might be thinking! Although there have been a number of battles of the will (Mason's will vs. mom and Dad's will), this "battle" was all in fun. Here is what happened.

A couple of nights ago we had gotten back to our room and were settling down for the night. We had given Mason a bath but had not put him to bed yet. I had gone into the bathroom to brush my teeth. Little did I know that a trap was being set for me. Mary says she had nothing to do with it but I'm not so sure. When I came out of the bathroom and turned the corner into the bedroom I was walloped up side of the head by a pillow. Mason was there jumping up and down on the bed, laughing and taunting me as if to say, "I got you good." Well, the battle was on! I picked up another pillow and playfully hit him with it, knocking him down on the bed. We then had a 'knock down, drag out" wrestling match on both beds. There was no blood shed but there was a whole lot of laughing.

When the action stopped Mason pointed to the bathroom indicating he wanted me to go back in there so he could hit me with the pillow again. I pretended I didn't understand what he was wanting so he began to pantomime actions that are done in the bathroom. He went through actions for washing your hands, brushing your teeth, washing your hair (and another one that we don't really need to describe on the blog- all of you who have had six year old boys will probably know what I'm talking about). After I picked myself up off of the floor from laughing so hard I went back to the bathroom and allowed myself to be pummeled with the pillow again.

Finally, I decided it was Mason's turn to be on the receiving end so I indicated that he should go into the bathroom. I stood on the bed ready to whack him with the pillow when he came out. There was a mirror just outside the bathroom so I could see him coming. When I saw him I fell over laughing. He didn't just come walking out of the bathroom, he came out strutting. I promise you he looked like John Travolta in Saturday Night Fever! (I'm sorry for you younger readers who might not have ever seen Saturday Night Fever, it looked a lot like Peter Parker in Spiderman 3 when he begins to see himself as a real lady's man). It was hilarious. The "battle" was over. We all won.