I took K to watch his cousin's first wrestling match. He was so excited because he thought wrestling was a dirty fight with dad on the front room floor. No rules. When we got there, he was cheering his cousin on as loud as he could, and he then noticed that C was really struggling. K panicked and wanted to help out, he yelled as loud as he could, "Punch him, C!" Everyone sitting around us started laughing. I thought it was so cute, because he could see his cousin was in trouble and could see exactly what he needed to do to get out of it. He just wanted to help. I guess the next lesson I will have to teach my son is that punching is not the answer to solving problems. But what can you expect from a little guy filled to the brim with testosterone.