Never Retreat, Never Surrender

There is a scene in the glorious film 300 where we see King Leonidas wrestling with his son in the courtyard.

Inspired by the movie and in celebration of all things manly and awesome, I decided that it would be a good idea to wrestle Lil Sippy Cup this morning.

It was fun for about 15 seconds. 

You see, at that point, Lil Sippy Cup used all of his ungodly strength to jump on the bed, thereby propelling himself incredibly high into the air and came crashing back down, with his right knee, squarely in the middle of my back.

For several seconds, I lay on the bed silent and motionless, convinced that my son had paralyzed me and wondering how I could call for help when my very soul had been knocked clear out of my body.

Lil Sippy Cup, in his defense, was extremely gracious after his victory and gently kissed me on the forehead.

Then, for good measure, he jumped up and kneed me in the back again.

As I lay there, twitching, I wished I had readied a better breakfast and ate a little heartier because I knew that, tonight, I would dine through a straw.