Greco Roman Wrestling

So when we get home from church the first thing the kids do is change out of their church clothes because I don't want them destroyed. (Any more than they already are at church.)

This afternoon I went to check on Josh and Cole's progress, but instead of entering the bedroom of two little boys I apparently entered a Roman Colosseum because they were naked as the day they were born and wrestling.

This was new.

I made a few Greco Roman wrestling jokes that went right over their heads. Apparently wrestling in the nude? Ain't no thang for these boys.

I couldn't help but remember a statue that was in our house while I was growing up. I don't know all the details, but (1) I'm pretty sure my dad picked it up on his mission, and (2) I'm pretty sure my mom did not love it as much as he did because I don't remember it being around once my dad was out of grad school and we lived in a 'real' house.

Cole and Josh weren't quite this bad. But I still wanted to ask them who was Hercules and who was Diomedes...