My Sumo Wrestler

You just can’t make this stuff up. Yesterday our son Dusty decided out of the blue that he would really like to be a sumo wrestler. He has the word a little confused and calls it souvenir wrestling. He assures us not for real when he grows up because they have some bad rules like they are allowed to punch in the stomach and choke and he does not want to be punched or choked by the other guy. None the less, in the last 24 hours he has taken it up as a serious hobby. Myself, Tony and the dog find ourselves ambushed when we least expect it. He INSISTED that I rig him up this costume so that he could really get into it. Life is just full of surprises.