Name of the Game

I am sick. Marc brought home something lovely from the hospital involving a very sore throat, cough and that foggy brain feeling. My children are supposed to be napping so I that I too can rest and try to get rid of this bug. Unfortunately, they are not napping. I can hear thumps, groans and the occasional, "ouch!" This indicates they are playing something which involves jumping on and off of beds and that they are periodically slamming into each other. Whether the slamming is on purpose or not, I am unsure. They play a lot of these kinds of games. The hilarious thing is what they choose to call their caveman antics. Marc and I have both witnessed the game they call "Groundhogs". Groundhogs does not involve hiding or popping up out of boxes. No, it involves two people standing on the back of the couch on opposite ends then running to the middle and grappling until one or both them falls off.
The game "Fish" means that each player stands on an opposite arm of the couch and then jumps towards the other person with the intention of hitting that person feet first and slamming them backwards. To me, these games might more appropriately be named "American Gladiator Style Grudge Match" or "Broken Limbs Couch Derby". I think, maybe, they assume that if it has an innocent sounding name I will be okay with what they are doing. Earlier today, when I heard suspicious noises emanating from their bedroom, I asked Gabriel in my very froggy voice, "What are you guys doing?" He replied, "We're playing 'Rainbow Wish'. We crash into each other!" Indeed, each little boy had a blanket which was held out in front of him like a protective shield. They would all give a primal shout and then run towards the center of the room, crash into each other and fall down.
I am still uncertain how I feel about "Rainbow Wish". Compared to Groundhogs and Fish, it seems like a safer outlet of toddler boy aggression. Despite my boys' strategy to give their activities cutesy sounding monikers, I am going to have to agree with Shakespeare. "What's in a name?" A boy's game by any other name is still just plain crazy. If you'll excuse me, I have to go chew out my children for not taking a nap and deliver the bad news about an early bed time. When I ask them what they've been doing in there, I'm sure I'll get some amusing answer. "Oh Mom, we were just playing 'Sleeping Kittens'!"