I am well aware that roughhousing is a right of passage for siblings, wrestling and playing on the ground until they wear themselves out, breathless and smiling. My sister and I did it all the time. Unfortunately I'm the kind of mom that sees too many sharp corners and hard surfaces and potential ER visits, so I usually have to walk out of the room when they start. Don't get me wrong, I want them to rough house, I just don't want my mind following every rabbit trail of possibility and in turn ruining their fun. So for now, out of sight out of mind! (That is until they actually do hurt themselves!)
