It started out innocent enough. Qiana was being cute so I wanted to take a picture
...and then my innocent little girl switched into G.L.O.W. mode and made her way towards me. I kept the camera in one hand and tried to document the craziness that followed.
I grew up watching WWF wrestling, but nothing could prepare me for my first real wrestling match with a child.
Q was going crazy.
Doing the "mankind" on my mouth, laying her whole body across my mouth so I couldn't breath, jumping on my stomach, flopping her body onto my head. pulling on my nose...you name it, this girl was out for blood.
A couple times I thought she was done as she would pretend to give me loves...but then she would smash her head into my face, and continue her complete desolation of me.
I believe usually it's the fathers that get to partake in this exciting event with their children...yeah for me that I got to wrestle (do you hear the sarcasm?)
Needless to say I was completely pooped, red in the face, and abnormally sweaty by the time it was done.
I thought mother daughter time was supposed to involve princesses, crafts, or other girly things?