Cage Fighting Training...

....so last night the twins and I were cuddling on my bed. The benefit of being gone for two days is that I get some massive cuddling when I get home! So anyway, Erin was nearly wrestling me back on the bed when I tried to get up. I told her if she didn't quit that I was going to train her to be a cage fighter and that she'd be my retirement. She told me that she didn't want to be a fighter. I told her that she needed to let me up, then. Of course, I let her drag me back down again. When I was done with the game, I told her that I'd definitely be setting her up to train to fight, and she started WAILING! Absolutely wailing. Of course, I did what any self-respecting mother would do... I howled with laughter. Which made her cry all the harder. But then, she, too, started giggling with us. I knew that some of her wailing was fake. But then later, she told me that she didn't want to kill anyone. Oy, so we talked about how it was just a game.

....ok, Alaina, don't read for a second, because I'm going to toe the line. In between the ill-fated halves of the BSU vs. Tulsa game last night, we watched UFC. If you've ever watched it, at the end of the show, they say "And until next time, we'll see YOU in the octagon." Just cracks me up. And of course, most guys think it's hot when a girl's a fighter. So Aaron raises his eyebrows at me. So I told him... "I'll see YOU in the rectangle." I crack my own shit up.