Wrestlemania

My nephew and Jamie's Godfather Sebastian is, as the picture above confirms, a huge fan of American WWE wrestling.

He watches it on television at every spare moment and talks about it in incredible detail to anyone who wants to listen. Back in the glory days of World of Sport, I was almost as big a fan of British wrestling. I even went along to see Giant Haystacks beat the face off The Fighting Ulsterman (thankfully, we don't have so many of them any more) at Coleraine Leisure Centre one Saturday night in the mid-1980s.

I tell you all this because it seems Jamie is going to be a wrestling fan himself, and not simply as a spectator. Oh no. He wants to play a full part.

Changing his nappy, drying him after his bath, getting him ready for bed and dressing him in the morning are now full on battle royals with no holds barred.

Tonight he was really up for the fight although, thankfully, his performance eventually wore him out and he's now sleeping soundly.

And this morning, whilst Vanessa put his clothes on, I had the task of putting on his shoes, socks and coat and strapping him into his pram. He was vicious. In fact, the only move he didn't try was jumping off the sink for a Big Daddy splash. Just wait until he can get up there, because I know it's coming.

And when he was successfully (from my point of view) tied to his pram, he still couldn't resist issuing a challenge for a violent rematch - just like on the telly.

If he continues along this path, I might have to admit defeat and buy him a wrestling mask for his birthday.

The bell is expected to ring again at around 5am tomorrow - if not before.