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My oldest nephew, Frankie, is now 8. I had to ask him how old he was when I started writing this article, because I always forget.
"Frankie, how old are you now"? I asked. "Seven or eight"?
"Eight." he replied, with an expression of total disgust on his face. "I can't believe you thought I was seven"
I apologized for making such a mistake. I know that confusing an 8-year old with a 7-year old is an offense paramount to confusing Spiderman with Batman, or SpongeBob with Shrek. I've learned over
past eight years that age is a very sensitive subject for children. They say to never ask a woman her age, I say to never ask an adolescent either.
The older my nephews get
harder they are to wrestle with as well. When they were small I had to worry about hurting them. Now, I have to worry about them hurting me, or worse, me hurting me as I flee from them down
hallway in a desperate attempt to get to
bathroom and lock myself in.I've found that I have to prepare for they're visits much like an athlete prepares for
Olympic. I have to get my body and mind in shape. I run. I lift weights. I practice my Thunder Power Slams, Killer Elbow combos and tapping out. And I spend a lot of time on my sprints.
I have a lot more to learn and look forward to as my nephews get even older. Soon they will be pre-teens and then teenagers. They will even reach adulthood one day I suppose. One thing I do know is that no matter what age they are and no matter what phases in life they are going through I will always love them. They are My nephews, My family. And
best tag-team wrestlers I know...

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