The pillow fight champion it’s me!

There she comes walking through the door with coffee in hand and a smile I adore. Before I know it she’s flying into the air upside down steam rolling with her back and messing up my hair, elbows and knees. I can hardly breathe, but giggles and smiles are loud as can be outcomes a Squishmallow upside my head and I know it’s pillow fight time oh girl you’re dead. I whack her upside her head and squish her face to the Matt as I get a knee in my gut and a jab to my face. Momma is yelling watch it you guys Your roughing me up. Keep the ruckus down and try to shut up. But one thing for certain I’ll always be the pillow fight king I’m sorry if that hurts your feeling it’s just the way it is and she throws me in a half Nelly with my arm behind my back. I yell uncle uncle I’ve had enough. Never had a 13-year-old called me a pipsqueak but I guess that’s how it is when you wake up to a steam roll and feathers upside your head, but even though it truce processes at Bay, I know that this will continue on another day. Because that mischievous Grant of Riley’s never stops. I know that around every corner I’ve gotta watch my back.