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Top 8 WWE Live Moments!

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World Wrestling Entertainment’s Road To Wrestlemania Tour comes to Toronto this Friday, March 8, and thanks to my friends at the WWE, my family will be attendance for the show! It should be a great way to kick off March Break. As someone who’s been to an event or two over the years, I can tell you that the experiences are always memorable. Like, listicle worthy memorable. Check it out! Here are eight of my top WWE moments, experienced live, in person:

8. The Royal Rumble is one of the biggest shows of the year that the WWE puts on. I actually went to the very first show, in 1988, in my hometown of Hamilton. It also happened to be the first show that I went to. Even more memorably, despite coming from very modest means,  my family somehow had floor seats, just a few rows from the ring!

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A picture that my mom took of the action. Hulk Hogan, wobbly, after Andre The Giant overturned a table on him.

7. While leaving the above event, heading back to our car, I had my first celebrity encounter! We bumped into legendary wrestler Jake ‘The Snake’ Roberts and legendary wrestling personality ‘Mean’ Gene Okerlund outside of the rear entrance of what was then known as Copps Coliseum. As Jake was my favorite wrestler at the time, little kid me was in awe and starstruck.  They had clearly downed “one too many” beforehand, but were incredibly nice and talked to us for a while. For those not around in the 80s, we couldn’t just bust out our phones, to take a selfie, if we met a star (crazy, eh?), so you’ll have to take my word on this encounter.

6. A couple of years later, I went to a house show with one of my sisters, also in Hamilton. Again, for reasons unknown to me now, we somehow had floor seats, a few rows from the ring. My favorite wrestler at that time, Bret ‘The Hitman’ Hart, was scheduled to be on the card. One of his gimmicks was that, during his entrance, he would give his sunglasses to a child who was ringside. Knowing that we would be close, I brought my Bret Hart action figure with me, with the intention of waving it, and drawing Bret’s attention, so I could hopefully score a pair of shades. When the big moment came, and Bret came strutting to the ring, he took off his glasses, looked right at my frantically waving little butt, and headed over. BUT, before he got to me, he saw a kid rocking a Bret Hart shirt, so gave the glasses to that boy, instead. Yo, I didn’t say they were all of these top WWE moments were good moments, peeps.

5.  When attending any event live, the crowd can really add to the experience . Wrestling is no exception to this. The hypest atmosphere of any concert/sport that I’ve been to occurred at the 2006 WWE Unforgiven Pay Per View, in Toronto, during the main event. Local hero Edge versus challenger John Cena, in a Tables, Ladders and Chairs match. The crowd was bananas for Edge, and the hatred for Cena was hilariously harsh, so the place was rockin’. When Cena ended up winning, grown men were legit furious. Just a very surreal match, to say the least!

4. 2007. Saturday Night’s Main Event, in Toronto.  Batista’s music hits, followed by his pyro routine. Here’s an example of it, for reference:

Needless to say, it is LOUD! However, I looked over at my buddy…..and he was fast asleep. Slept through the whole thing. I was surprised, but impressed. It takes a special kind of tired to saw logs through that kind of noise explosion.

3. I’ll cheat a bit, as this wasn’t at an official WWE event. However, when a guy like ‘The Million Dollar Man’ Ted Dibiase wants to lock you up in his signature move, The Million Dollar Dream, you suck it up and do it! Everyone has a price, right?

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Tie 2. & 1. First times always trump everything, so my top moments are when I took my oldest two oldest kids to their first shows. B a few years ago, to a Smackdown house show, and J, last year, to a WWE NXT show.  We had a good time, and they’re both looking forward to the upcoming Toronto show. At the end of the day, man, that’s what it’s all about – creating memories with your children. Who knows, maybe we’ll add to this list of top WWE moments Friday.

See you at the fights!

 

 

 

 

Olympic Nightmares And Velveteen Dreams – WWE NXT Live!

Disclaimer: The good folks at World Wrestling Entertainment graciously hooked me up with tickets to their WWE NXT Live show recently, in St. Catharines, Ontario. This is my review of the event!

 

“WE. ARE. NXT!” 

When Johnny Gargano yelled those words, to conclude a fun night of wrestling matches, the audience burst into cheers, including my kids B and J. What started out as curiosity ended with two converted fans!

For the uninitiated, NXT is basically like the WWE’s minor league wrestling system. It is a roster of talented performers who aren’t quite ready for the big stage. Some of the wrestlers are brand new, some are experienced but still perfecting the intricacies needed to be called up one day, while others are big name “independent” workers  with built in fan bases who are adjusting to the WWE style. Whereas WWE promotes itself as “sports entertainment”, NXT has a more pro wrestling vibe to it. Less talking, more in-ring action.  NXT has its own weekly TV show and regular pay-per-views, as well as their own merchandise. It’s really not a reach to say that some of the stars in NXT are just as popular as WWE ones.

In our house, I do find myself watching wrestling more lately. It’s one of the few shows that I can put on and follow while doing other dad duty stuff, without having to pay attention too closely. Yo, with three kids, to paraphrase Batista, it’s like distractions are not only welcomed, but encouraged.

B will watch with me sometimes, but he’s not that familiar with the NXT brand. J, conversely, only knows John Cena. However, both are pretty open-minded when it comes to outings, so I knew they’d be down for some live wrestling action. Plus, J had told me recently that she wanted to be a princess when she grew up. Now, I know some princesses are pretty empowering. However, I also know that some are just side pieces for their Prince Charmings. I figured it would be a good opportunity to expose J to some other strong female characters.

In terms of the show, the Meridian Centre was about two thirds full. From what I could tell, the crowd was mainly families (with more small girls there around J’s age than I expected), and 20ish/30ish year old looking “smart fans”; that is, the more hardcore wrestling fans who know the behind the scenes stuff. Trust me, this made a difference.

To work on their money skills, I had a little contest going, where before each match, B and J would make a prediction as to who they thought would win. If they were right, I would give them 25 cents. Since they are little kids, their automatic pick would be to pick the good guy or girl, so they could boo the baddies. I’ve been to WWE shows before, and since those crowds tend to have more casual fans in them, they will play along, and cheer/jeer appropriately. With the NXT crowd, though, the smart fans just cheered their own personal favorites! For example, one wrestler named Velveteen Dream is a heel (bad guy). However, he’s such a cool, great performer, that, as soon as his music hit, the place went nuts. B and J both asked me if he was good or bad. All I could say was that he was in the middle. They then both picked him to win. Unfortunately, he lost to another crowd favorite, Aleister Black, in an awesome match.

Velveteen Dream, soaking in the adulation.

The crowd also popped huge when Richochet’s name appeared on the jumbo screen, and he showed up. This was one of his first matches in NXT, as he hadn’t been on the TV shows yet. So to me, it was unexpected that he got such a big reaction.  However, he is a star outside of WWE. Dude’s an incredible athlete, and did some stuff that I had never seen before, in his match with Buddy Murphy.

Not every thing was bizarro world, though. By far, the wrestler who got the most heat was a Marcell Barthel, an arrogant German. Earlier that day, Germany had stunned Canada at the Olympics in hockey, crushing our gold medal dreams. Barthel made sure to mention this to us, which got him booed out of the building, unsurprisingly.

Also unsurprisingly was J’s favorite contest – the women’s three way match between Nikki Cross (dat gurl be cray cray), Aliyah (who bragged about reppin’ Toronto, and hated on St. Catharines, so she got booed hard) and the NXT Women’s Champion, Ember Moon. J really liked Moon. I tried to say she was a butt-kicking warrior princess, but J took that to mean she was the Queen. Eh, close enough.

All in all, it was a fun night out, with a lively crowd. If you had no idea who the performers were going in, they all did such a good job in getting their characters over, and the audience was so into them, that it was easy to be invested in the outcomes of the matches. B and J went in blind, and a week later, they still randomly talk about Johnny Wrestling (Johnny Gargano), Mrs. Wrestling (Candice LeRae, Gargano’s wife), the Queen, or Velveteen Dream. I’ll add that even though my tickets were free, NXT Live is reasonably priced, as well. For our event, cheap seats weren’t that much more than taking the family to a 3D movie, for example. I also appreciated that, at least from our vantage point, the audience respected the kids in attendance, so the chanting and yelling was not vulgar or profane.

Thanks again, WWE. If NXT Live comes to your town, as Billy Red Lyons use to say, don’t cha dare miss it!

 

A C Section Procedure Story

Announcement time!

The other day, we welcomed another member into the Daddy Realness family.  Our baby boy KJ was born! If I do say so myself, he’s a pretty chill, happy lil dude.

Now, like his siblings B and J,  KJ was brought out of K by a C section procedure.  Coincidentally, as one of the world’s preeminent dad bloggers, a subject which I am constantly asked about is that of Caesarean sections.

Ha. Just playin’.

Nothing in that sentence is remotely true. However,  as someone who’s seen three of them, I figured that I can at least tell you what C sections are like, from a dad’s perspective.

Check out this timeline of events, for KJ’s birth:

3:30AM: Wakeup time. K’s surgery is for 8:00AM, but we were told to be at the hospital at 5:00AM, for prep stuff.  Because the hospital’s parking garage had flooded the night before, we wanted to get there early, in case the parking situation was  still a mess. We got dressed, said bye to K’s mom (who was sleeping over to take B and J to school that morning), grabbed K’s hospital bag, and hit the road.

4:50AM:  We checked in at the labour ward. While there, we were told that the hospital’s paperwork said that the C section was scheduled for 9:30AM, not 8:00. It had been switched without our knowledge! With no other choice but to accept the error, we were sent to a room, to wait.

During this period, I killed time by eating breakfast (K was not allowed to eat until after the surgery) and watching Jane The Virgin on Netflix. K played games on her phone and rested. We were both given hospital gowns/scrubs to change into. We also received frequent visitors. Nurses, doctors, the OBGYN and people doing studies all came by (shout out to the one nurse that was assigned to us and stayed until we left the recovery room later. She was amazing). K was heavily monitored, and had a bunch of tests done on her and the baby.  We also learned that, because of the messed up parking situation, the anesthesiologist was late, so we wouldn’t be going in at 9:30AM after all.

9:50AM: The nurse came in to tell us that we would be going in soon. She gave K a nasty-tasting medicine drink to chug, and told her to pretend that it was tequila. After a few more minutes of waiting, we were off to the surgery room.

10:10AM: Scratch that. K was off to the surgery room. The thing with being the significant other of someone going in for a planned C section is that you’re pretty much there for moral support only. Just be cool, stay out of the way and let your partner and the staff do their thing. The hospital that we were at didn’t even let me in the surgery room immediately with K.

And you know what? That’s all good in my books.

I’d most likely freak out and barf or faint or something, listening to the nurses slicing K up. Tending to me clearly is not staying out of the staff’s way.

Anyway, I was told to wait in the hall, and eventually I would be called into the room, after the C section procedure was well underway. During this time, I did what any bored husband would do – took sexy selfies of myself in scrubs!

10:30AM: Yours truly was called in. During a C section, your partner lies on a table, arms spread out. By the time that you get there, a  big curtain was put up by their chest, so they/you can’t see what’s going on.  On this day, I entered the room on the wrong side of the table, though. Maybe you’re into seeing your spouses insides on the outside, but not me. Sticking to the routine that I did during our previous two births,  I power walked to the stool the nurses had for me (near K’s head) with my eyes closed.

I remember thinking during K’s first C section that it kind of sounded like a construction site, with all the buzzing and whirring. KJ’s was more serene, however. Besides the odd squishy noise, there wasn’t too much to make you squeamish.

10:40AM: Remember what I said about not getting in the way? I thought K was turning red and blue, which I blurted out to the nurses. This of course made K scared, which is the last thing you want during a surgery.

Oops!

The nurses calmly reassured us that nothing was out of the ordinary. K turning bluer than Violet Beauregard (word to Charlie And the Chocolate Factory!) was apparently no biggie.

10:50AM:  After some final pulling, KJ enters the world! He showed off an impressive set of lungs, too, screaming his little face off as he exited the womb. I  then got to have some fun. I snapped pictures of KJ, incorrectly guessed his weight when the nurse put him on the scale, cut the umbilical cord (note: it’s rubbery and bloody), and held him for the first time. While the doctors worked on putting K back to together, I sat with KJ by her.  We were both feeling relieved. A healthy child really is a miracle, and having a third C section successfully isn’t exactly a walk in the park.

11:05AM: I’m kicked out of the room. I ain’t gots to go home, but I gots to get the heck up out of there.

Kidding!

For real, though, I was kicked out of the room, and told go wait in recovery, while they put the final touches on closing up K. I was also allowed to change out of my scrubs, though. The nurses wheeled K and KJ into the recovery room about 15 minutes later.  Over the next while, it was a blur of tests and visits again. K was finally able to get to hold our son during this time. KJ got to experience the joys of breast milk for the first time, too.

1:00PM: We were on the move again. For the remainder of the stay, we would be in a hospital room. In our case,  it was a private room, as opposed to a semi-private one (so more space, no roommates, and our own bathroom).  The surgery really took its toll on K, as she was in a lot of pain. I tried to tend to her and KJ as best I could, when the nurses weren’t around.

4:00PM:  B and J arrived, to raise all kinds of chaos, and to meet their lil bro for the first time!

7:00PM: As much as I would have loved to stay the night, reality didn’t allow it. B and J had school the next day, and overnight babysitters on a weeknight are a rare commodity. I had to leave, to take the kids home. I know one nurse did kind of throw shade our way about this, which made me feel guilty. If our situation was different, of course I would have hung around. Regardless, K and KJ were in great hands at the hospital,  I would be back the next morning, and after a long, exhausting day, I looked forward to a good night’s sleep in my own bed.

11:00PM: However, before that good night’s sleep, I had one more daddy duty. Tis the season for elves on the shelves. When we got home from the hospital, B and J decided that day, of all days, to write letters to our elf, which I had to help them with.  J was concerned about if she was going to get Shopkins for Christmas; B  wondered about Pokemon cards, and the elf’s magic powers.

The thing was, they expected the elf to write them back! They knew my handwriting, so I had to think outside the box. When they eventually fell asleep, I thought about it, and ended up thinking inside the box (of Cheerios, that is):

Yes, the elf gave them the unexpected John Cena treatment.  I jammed that cheeky, meme-loving elf in the box of Cheerios, too, for dramatic effect.

What?

Like I said, it was a long day. Also,  I’m clearly not very creative when it comes to elves on the shelves.

Afterwards, I hit the sack, to put a wrap on this long, incredible day.

And that’s what a C section is like from dad’s viewpoint. If you don’t know, now you know.

Until next time, later y’all!

 

 

 

 

A Friend Named Fingers

Today, I’d like to introduce you to someone.  This is an individual who, against all reasonable explanation, seems to be really admired by my children.

Are you ready?

OK, here he is!

 

 

 

 

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A picture of a hand?! #anticlimatic

To most people, that is just my hand. But to B and J?

It’s Fingers!

You see, one day, when B was three years old, we were watching Sesame Street. Well, B was watching, anyway. I was bored, to the point that I began to stare at my hand. I then started to think about how funny it would be if, instead of a puppet, a character was just a plain hand who talked.  And from that idiotic idea, Fingers was born.

Fingers is literally just my fingers. His voice is my normal speaking voice. He’s just a goofball.  B immediately got a kick out of it, and Fingers has come in handy (no pun intended) ever since. B would come up with all sorts of crazy, imaginative scenarios for them to do together.  He would confide in Fingers stuff that he didn’t even tell me.  Man, if B hurt himself, sometimes “Dr. Fingers” was there, to cheer him up with a silly diagnosis, or prescribe a dose of tickling (laughter really can be the best medicine!).

I assumed Fingers would only be a thing for a few weeks, and then he’d be ghosted.  However, B’s six now, and he still likes to play Fingers on car rides, when it’s just the two of us. On top of that, J’s picked up on it now, too.  Any drive that I take with her isn’t complete unless Fingers is involved.

J  also doesn’t treat Fingers the same way as B does.  Whereas she still sees him as a friend, B’s evolved him to the point that he is a friendly rival.  They both come up with really far out situations, though, which require my imagination going into overdrive.

Let me give you a couple of recent, seperate examples, both occurring on drives home:

J, WITH FINGERS:

  • J asked Fingers to help build a treehouse. They decorated it, in specific detail.
  • J invited their friends over to a party. The friends were Curious George, John Cena, Princess Elsa, Princess Anna, and Swiper The Fox from Dora The Explorer (note: I had to play the roles of all of these characters, complete with ringing the doorbell, so J could ask who was there, to let them in).
  • An evil witch pretending to be a pizza delivery girl arrived (note: I was the witch).
  • Despite everyone individually warning him not to, Fingers went to get the pizza.
  • The witch turned Fingers into a pizza.
  • J used her superpowers to throw the witch into the ocean. The crocodile from Peter Pan with the ticking clock (note: yes, this was also yours truly, tick tocking away), arrived, to scare the witch off.
  • J turned Fingers back to normal.
  • Everyone watched a movie.

B, WITH FINGERS

  • B wanted to play “Basketball Fingers”.
  • B and Fingers took turns picking 10 players each, to their NBA teams. B was the Golden State Warriors; Fingers was the Phoenix Suns (note: 19 of the 20 players were voiced by me. The other player was B).
  • Without listing them all,  the notable picks by B were Steph Curry, Kobe Bryant, me (note: I’m not a baller!) and Will Smith, because he was the best player for Bel Air Acadamy on The Fresh Prince.
Sorry, Carlton.

Sorry, Carlton.

  • His last selection was a little boy named Ben.
  • Fingers coached, but did not play. His notable picks were Lebron James and Kevin Durant. His last pick was someone of equal skill to a little boy, in B’s mind……”the worst player on the Philadelphia 76ers”.
  • Before tip-off, B and I ran back to the locker room, to put on our magic shoes (if you’ve seen the movie Like Mike, you’d understand).
  • Fingers mocked Ben, and laughed as he missed shots before the game. Ben then went to get his ball autographed by Kevin Durant. While doing this, Durant and Ben accidentally switched basketball talents (if you’ve seen the movie Thunderstruck, you’d understand).
  • Ben was now amazing, while Durant sucked, much to Fingers’ disbelief. Fingers kicked Durant off the team. B signed him. Ben gave Durant his skills back, making him amazing again, much to Fingers’ disbelief.
  • B and I kept doing high-flying, highlight reel plays of the day.
  • B – “Pretend Fingers gets mad that we’re good, so he tells Kawhi Leonard to hurt me and he gets technical fouls, but the referee (note: a ref? Nice. Another person for me to be!) heard Fingers tell him, so he kicks Fingers out.”
  • After getting kicked out, B called Fingers’ mom (note: keep the people coming). She told him that he was in big trouble for his naughty behaviour. B and Steph Curry took Fingers home.
  • Fingers had all of his toys taken away, except for his radio. He sadly listened to B hit the game winning, buzzer-beater three point shot.

While your car rides with your kids probably involve conversations about politics or world affairs, mine involve me doing more impersonations than the cast of Saturday Night Live.

Combined.

I’m not complaining, don’t get it twisted.  Hey, I know that all weird good things come to an end. One day soon, my fingers will stop being so interesting to my kids. Then they’ll go back to being just a boring part of my hand.

Until that day comes, Fingers lives on. And all things considered, that’s pretty cool. Right, Fingers?

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Right!

 

 

 

 

John Cena And The WWE Are Ruining My Life

 

We always try to expose our kids to new and different things. Sports, hobbies, activities, whatever. Sometimes they’re feeling it, sometimes they’re not. Sometimes they feel it for a while,  get bored and move on to the next one (word to Jay-Z!).  Regardless, we just keep throwing stuff at them, because we never know what will stick.

For me, one of the things that stuck was pro wrestling, especially the WWF/WWE.  What can I say, since I was four or five years old, I’ve been a wrestling fan.

Until recently, B and J were only familiar with wrestling, and didn’t really care for it. To them,  it was just another thing that daddy watched, like basketball or football.  One day, though, I gave B my old  Hulk Hogan and Ultimate Warrior dolls (err I mean action figures!). He’s at that age (almost five) that I was, when I got my first wrestling toys.  From then on, his curiosity was piqued.

But now?

It’s a borderline obsession!

See, he’s not just into wrestling; he’s really into it and wants to know everything about as many wrestlers as possible. As a parent, I’ve been trying to ease him in, and be cautious. I’ve been only showing him stuff that isn’t super crude/profane/risqué.  I also give him warnings to never try what he sees, because he isn’t a trained wrestler (Yet. Lil dude keeps talking about going to wrestling school when he’s older).  He gets that it is a show, too, and not ‘real’.

It is such a niche form of entertainment which a lot people aren’t into, though, that I am  B’s almost exclusive source for information.  As a result, he’s been asking me lots of questions. Not just the easy ones, like who’s the best wrestler or who wins the most. He wants to know everything, so his questions are randomly bananas. I try to give him real, honest answers, but sometimes, it’s impossible!

No joke, here is what he has asked me, in  just this past week:

Who’s the cutest wrestler?
Who had short hair when they were a kid?
Who has the coolest boat?
Who has the coolest car?
*Pulls out all of his action figures* Which of my guys has the coolest car? (I say John Cena). Which guy has the next coolest?
This goes on until we’ve ranked all of their cars.
Side note: I have no clue what they  all drive. Chris Jericho finished last, though.
Who has the longest hair?
Who is the tallest?
Who is the smallest?
Who got angry when someone broke something that they liked that was hard, when they were in school?
Who’s the oldest and youngest?
Who was the first wrestler from a long long long long long long loooooong time ago?
Who was the second from a long long loooooong time ago?
Who was the tenth?
Side note: yes he skipped third, fourth etc. and went straight to tenth.
Who has the coolest car but they’re dead?
Which wrestler is the tallest out of the medium?
Who has the curliest hair?
Which wrestler played video games with their dad?
Which wrestler watched another wrestler when they were a kid? Who did they watch?
Which wrestler is from Toronto?
Who’s the darkest?
Who has the most boring music ever, when they come out?
Could Andre the Giant touch my ceiling?
Who are Andre the Giant’s family? Are they giants?
Who has the best necklace?
Who has the best swimming pool, from when they were a kid?
Who can jump the highest? Can they jump over a car? Over Andre the Giant?
Who has the nicest boots?
Who can lift up a house?
Who’s the fastest?
Who had the coolest room when they were a kid?
Who cries the most?
Side note: I told him that I didn’t know, but he was adamant that I told him a name before. After arguing for a bit, I just said The Miz. No clue if he cries.
Really? REALLY?

Really? REALLY?

Sorry, Miz.
We also had this exchange:
B – ‘Which wrestler has gone to jail, when they were younger?’
Me – ‘Uhh…….Booker T.’
B- ‘Booger T? Does he pick his nose!?’
And this exchange:
B – ‘What’s your name?’
Me – ‘My name? My name is-‘
B (Cuts me off, mid sentence) – ‘It doesn’t matter what your name is!’
Side note: his timing in the cut-off was perfect. The Rock would have been proud.
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The Rock approves of B rudely interrupting me.

Another time, our neighbour dropped the news on B that the Ultimate Warrior died. He came home, and asked me when he died. I couldn’t remember, so I looked up the date on Wikipedia and told him. Much later, one of K’s friends came over, and B excitedly showed her some of his wrestlers:
B – ‘This is Rey Mysterio. This is R Truth. This is Ultimate Warrior. He’s dead. He died on April 8 2014.’
Yeah, it’s pretty crazy, man. When the school year starts, when everyone else’s kids are making pictures of Spiderman, or those princesses in Frozen, I’m sure that my kid will be drawing Kofi Kingston.
Here’s the other messed up part – you know how younger siblings emulate older ones? Guess who J’s favorite character is right now? Why, it’s who every two year old girl likes – not Dora……not Elmo…….but  John Cena!?
Who, me?

Who, me?

I mean, she doesn’t watch wrestling with any real interest. Yet, because B is so into it, she learned from him and somehow picked Cena as her go to guy. Which means:
– Whenever B is playing with his wrestlers, J will join in sometimes, but will only play with John Cena.
– When I  play one of my old WWE video games, she insists that I always be John Cena.
– She left a bunch of her toys and other play things on the stairs. When I asked her who made the mess, she said ‘John Cena! You can’t see me!’ and then ran off humming his theme song.
– I did movie night with the kids, when K went out one evening. While browsing for one to watch,  I stumbled on Scooby Doo! Wrestlemania Mystery.  Hand’s up if you knew this existed.  I put it on, and of course, it was the most riveted B has ever been for a movie. J, on the other hand, only got excited when John Cena was in it. She spent the scenes that he wasn’t in repeatedly asking where he was.
– This:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3J5vTtfQj0A

Anyway, that’s our household right now.
OK, OK, maybe the title of this post is a bit of a swerve and kind of harsh.  John Cena and the WWE  aren’t really ruining my life. They’ve only made it more……. let’s go with interesting.  It’s cool that when B is really into a subject, he has an insane thirst for knowledge. And I guess that there could be worse characters for J to like. Cena does seem like a decent  role model, in real life.
I still can’t wait for my kids to move onto the next one, though.
My answer to the tenth wrestler question was Georg Hackenschmidt.  No clue if that's right. No clue how many other kindergarten-aged kids know who he is, either.

My answer to the “who was the first wrestler question” was Georg Hackenschmidt. No clue if that’s right.  No clue, either, if any kindergarten-aged kid besides B knows who he is.

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