Go ahead and nominate me for Mother of the Year

Yeah, that's right.  I bought these for my children.  And it wasn't a spontaneous purchase.  It was a very methodical-went-to-4-different-stores-to-find-them kind of purchase.  You see, the kids have a game called "punch", where they take their fists and beat them on one another's chest.  Some might call it boxing.  But, they both love it.  And surprisingly enough, it almost never ends in crying.  So, I let it fly.  They are boys, right?

Then, a couple weekends ago, we were at a birthday party.  Coy turns to Tate and says, "Yet's pay punch." At which point, the fist throwing and laughing begin.  Nearby, a father of two young girls is overcome by a horrified look.  I feel like I have to explain.  I say, "we have a game called "punch" at our house.  They love it."  To which he responds, "Umm, yeah.  If my kids hit one another, I tell them to stop."  I think he may have keeled over and died had I told him the name of another of the boy's favorite games - Bite My Finger. 

So, I bought the punching bag and inflatable gloves.  The gloves at least discourage them from hitting with their bare fits. They'll have their teenage years to explore that.