Fighting with dad

I love fighting with dad. I kick him, punch him, jab him and hit him with all my might while letting out Burce-Lee-type shreiks. He loves it too. His face and neck injuries, cuts from my nails and hits stand testimony to that. I might fight a lot but he loves fighting with me. I love the way he lets me play 🙂

I might fight with him for something else when I am grown up(I don’t know what that means now) but   both of us have fun now 🙂

K! Back to hitting dad 🙂

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