Educating for the future....of wrestling.

This week Robin has decided he would like to be a professional wrestler....apparently he is now a fan of Rey Mysterio....who I didn't know existed until this week.

He's had obsessions in the past.

He has been a professional football player, baseball player, but only plays college basketball (the pro's are ridiculous).  He has been a skateboarder, motorcycle rider, ninja expert, surfer, spy, police officer, professional video game player, and all of the Marvel comics characters, and he tends to combine these careers also.  For example, he's been a police officer who is a super hero, but his powers are to surf on the basketball court....it happens.

But apparently he's pretty serious about this wrestling thing.

I have been trying to figure out curriculum for school through the summer and next year.  But now that he's made this decision for his professional career, it helps me to really streamline and focus our education.

This week we've been watching a show we found on Netflix about the top 50 WWE Wrestlers of all time.  Needless to say, I've learned quite a lot about the Wide Wide World of Wrestling.

Sounds like I need to teach him to work a microphone.

He's going to need to look good in his underoo's so....more sit-ups at recess.

Bodyslamming 101.

He's already written his own entrance song....the trouble is how does he perform it live, as he's making his entrance.....that's a stumper.

Katie can teach him about costume design.

Smack talk is vitally important, might have to work on that multiple times a day.

Theatrics....nah, he's got that down okay.

He'll need a catchy name.  He has been asking to change his name to Tripp....Tripp-tastic, Tripp-onator, Tripp-o-lama-ding-dong...

He'll need to learn how to squander his wealth, mostly on velour body suits and gold chains...oh and maybe a cool sidekick animal...he could have a big walrus on a chain and be Tripp and the Big Tusk.

Mastering the jump off the top rope will be a challenge...but we have a front porch with a railing, we'll get creative.

Sequins, sequins, sequins.

We aren't called the Wrestlin' Rhino's School for Misfits for nothin'!

H :)