I had the gardening gloves on and was play wrestling with Angel. It's his favourite game, followed closely by jumping up under the quilt while I'm making the bed. I pretend to be smoothing out the lump in the bed while under the qulit he chases my hand movements.
Back to the wrestling.
Angel somehow managed to get his collar hooked over his lower jaw and panicked.
I knew I could get it off quickly so tried to hold him and unhook it. But like I said he was panicked and fought me. (6 bandaids)
All I could do was let him go and watch him struggle and panic because he couldn't move or close his jaw.
Less than ten seconds later he eventually managed to hook it and slip it off the jaw, don't ask me how, it was a quick flick movement.
Boy were we relieved!
I gave up on the game and Angel had a rest on the bed for about an hour then came to me for cuddles.
I'd like to give up on the wrestling game altogether, but right now, nothing else seems to hold his attention.
He used to chase a ping pong ball around the shower stall, now he just wants me to throw it around in there while he watches.
So we wrestle.
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