Most know that soccer is my numero uno sport, but another sport I enjoy a great deal is wrestling. I coached wrestling at the middle school level for several years back when I lived in the land of Hoosiers. Wrestling also happens to be a favorite activity of mine when horsin’ around with my daughters. Too young for a four year old and a one year old you say? Watch ’em on the mat, and you would disagree. My one year old hits her head on concrete walls and laughs. Wrestling is an intense caloric burner that makes my girls tougher while they laugh their heads off. Last night while I was challenging Grace to a little one one one, I asked her in a trash talkin’ sort of way, "Who is the king of wrestling?" Without missing a beat, Rose chimes in, "Jesus". At that point I was at a loss of words and knew I couldn’t convince my girls into believing that I was the best grappler in the world. It’s awesome that my four year old knows who the true King of Kings is.