Anyone who is a boy, has been a boy, or knows any is aware of a stage in their adolescence during which they walk around admiring their muscles and asking you to feel them. Loud, grunting noises can be heard from the basement or garage, as they power-lift whatever they're able to find. They also like to test their muscles out on siblings, pets, and of course, their friends. Being able to pin a little sister to the ground or wrangle a dog to submission makes them feel strong, even powerful. They also like to leap over furniture and do chin-ups on door frames; anything to test their manliness.
There comes a time in every boy's life, though, when sisters, dogs, and doorways don't cut it for them; they long for a bigger person to wrestle with; someone who'll give them a little more of a challenge. Of course, their dads will wrestle with them, but a man and a boy aren't a fair match. Unfortunately for me, an adolescent boy and his mother are apparently a perfect match, because one day a couple of years ago, Kyle decided I should wrestle with him.
I am smiling as I type this, because I was on to his game immediately. Having four older brothers does that to a girl; you kind of get tired of being physically dominated and just submit. Futilely working myself into a sweat and breaking blood vessels in my eyes to escape is not my idea of a good time, so I've learned that if you don't give them a fight, they eventually tire of you and leave you alone. After several minutes of Kyle trying to "pin" my limp arms to the floor, he decided to pick me up and "throw" me onto the couch.
As you'll see in this video, it was not as easy as he thought it would be...
(For the record, I would have cut the video off at 25 seconds but didn't know how!)