Fryan watched as her older brothers wrestled in the grass, wishing she could join them in the tousle. She was way too tiny for that; they would crush her underneath and not feel a thing. Gregon grabbed a handful of Theo’s hair and yanked. “We said no hair grabbing!” Theo growled before swinging his elbow into Gregon’s side. Gregon let go, but it would take a lot more than a punch to the sides to bring him down. He chuckled at his younger brother and charged toward him.“Theo, go for his legs!” Fryan suggested in her tiny six years old voice and it sounded more cute than menacing. Theo took her advice though, and grabbed Gregon’s legs, lifting him over his left shoulder and rolling him over his back. Gregon landed with a thud on the ground.“Yeah!” Theon cheered, then he ran to Fryan and high-fived her. “Thanks, coach.”Fryan giggled with pure glee.“How many times have I told you that babysitting Fryan doesn’t mean teaching her how to fight?”They hadn’t heard their mom come out. Her
Last Updated : 2023-03-09
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