This Just In

A long time ago, my older son Carl was a WWE fan. 

Those were the days of Al Snow as a trainer for the WWE reality show.

And the days when I didn’t know to save original digital files so I could resize them, thus the photo below can’t be any bigger.

I also didn’t know not to date stamp everything in sight.

I think I’ve come a long way with photography, given what you have to compare here.

Little Man is pretty into the WWE lately.

He even has his own wrestling name–The Twister.

Which, given his love of catastrophic weather patterns, is appropriate.

Last night he decided to give me an exclusive photoshoot, and here are some of the photos.

(He looks like an adorable thug.  If that can happen.  I just want to pinch those precious cheekies.)

This is the shot that will go on his game cards, I just know it.

Bring your game buddy, I’m gonna take you down.

As you can see, he is the world champion.  I mean, just look at the belt man. 

He had to beat the Grandma, the Mom and the Even Bigger Show to get that title.

Yes, I said the Grandma.  Although she pinned him the other night at dinner.  We won’t talk about that though, he’d die of embarassment.

Happily sitting ringside,

S.