Junior made me give his arms a feel the other night. He learned how to do push ups [I have no idea where] a couple of weeks ago, and he wants me to check out his muscles.
“Wow, where did you get those!” I ask, trying to find a bulge on his skinny arms.
Without a trace of irony, or any attempt to be funny, he says “Well, I try to work out” like any trolling-for-females man you’ve ever met.
I tell you, if you’re looking to be amused, you have to get yourself a 6 year old son.
