My oldest son is a stick. As a baby, he was a fat thing, but that didn't last long. When he's playing outside with all his friends, and they take off their shirts, in an effort to be more cool, you can count his ribs. From across the yard.

Hubs has been on a health kick lately. Well, at least in the sense that he's lifting weights with his buddies at lunch everyday and can't move at home every night for being so sore. Not kidding. Sunday at church, he leaned over and apologized for not putting his arm around me because he couldn't lift it up. Silly man.

But with his health kick has come protein shakes. And Jake has picked up on their power to create muscles. He's obsessed too.

For example, this is what I heard this morning:

Hubs: Jake, what are you doing?
Jake: Making a protein shake so I can get a six pack. I know you for you it's
about getting muscles, but for me it's all about getting a six pack instead.

Is it mean to sit and snicker instead of correcting him? hehehe