Friday, September 27, 2013

Taking Sides

We were wrestling as a family on the couch.  Having a tickle fight between Mama, Papa, and boy.
All were participating equally until our son, Isaiah, changed the rules.

He stopped me and loudly whispered in my ear, "Let's get Mama."
It was a conspiracy, an alliance worthy of Survivor: Blood vs. Water
I was ready to team up with my son against my wife, since usually he'll pick her side.

I counted off, "one, two, ....Three!" and we lunged across the couch, both of us trying to tickle the woman we love.

Then, just as I began to tickle my wife, Isaiah threw himself between the two of us.  He was facing me defiantly.  His arm was back, protectively guarding Candice, and he commanded me,
"Stop!  That's MY MOTHER!"

I was severely chastised for my insensitivity and he made it clear whose side he was on.
I should have known it was a ruse.  My consternation was, of course, overpowered by the cuteness of our son.  Candice and I both burst out laughing.

While we laughed, Isaiah didn't take his eyes off me, or relax his stern expression.  

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