I was in the dining room working on something when my oldest comes out of the bathroom and says to me, "Mom, you can have a 2 pack, a 4 pack, or a 6 pack. I told Jeremy that I have an 8 pack and he said 'you can't have an 8 pack' ." Here's how the rest of the conversation went:
me: "Is this something for a video game? I really have no idea what your talking about."
(At our home, we routinely begin conversations without prefacing them, just to keep everyone guessing)
OS: " No, I'm talking about muscles!" (of course)
me: "Oh, I see. Does Jeremy have a '6 pack'?"
OS: "Yeah, but so do I."
me: "Let me see."
He precedes to lift up his shirt and squish down his cute little belly. Well, let's just say, he takes after his momma and he has more of a 'case'. How do I gently tell him the news without a future therapy bill? I told him that most people don't have '6 packs' and that those who do are just really, really little or they have to do lots of exercise to get them. He stand there with an animal cracker hanging out of his mouth and starts jogging in place. Yes, son, that is precisely how one gets the '6pack' that you speak of.
Monday, June 15, 2009
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I'm working on a keg.
haha! Or you can be like my brother David and have a six pack whether he works on it or not. But he's a freak of nature. William is a skinny as all get out, but if he gets in this unnatural U position and presses his stomach really hard, you can see the faint idea of muscles bordering on a six pack. But if he's like me, there's no hope for that being a permanent thing! I love the animal cracker hanging from his mouth...classic!
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