Laura backhands me in the stomach. Then she grabs me in a tight bear-hug.
Me: That slap hurt. What are you doing?
She’s still squeezing me.
Laura: I’m wrestling you.
Me: I don’t want to wrestle. Whenever I fight you back you always end up getting hurt.
She releases her grip.
Laura: That’s because you don’t play fair. You wrestle with me like I’m Tim.
Me: I do not. I don’t even know what wrestling with Tim is like. We haven’t wrestled or fought in almost 20 years.
Laura: Seriously? You stopped wrestling with Tim when you were 12?
Me: Yes.
Laura: How come?
Me: Have you seen Tim? When I was 12 I decided that I’d rather live than wrestle with him.