Little guy: "Uh, dad, check out these guns." He held his arm up at a right angle.
Dave: "Well, check out these pecs." Shirt off, pecs flexed.
Little guy: Pulls shirt off immediately. "Mine are more defined."
Dave: "Touch these, Kal."
Little guy: "Touch mine, mom."
Me: "Why do you two always bring me into the middle of this?" I touch them with all the enthusiasm I could muster (not much). "They're both firm."
Dave: "Ow, I think I gave myself a cramp flexing my muscles."
Little guy: "Wimp."
Me: "I think this makes him the winner, Dave."
Just what would happen if he did eat all that cabbage?
Go ahead, "like" my blog...it won't cramp your style at all. :-)