Last year someone told Ethan a sleeveless shirt he had on was a "muscle shirt". He wore that darn thing the rest of the summer happy to set his muscles free and in view of everyone.
Despite my better judgment, and taste, I picked up some muscle shirts for the boys at the local consignment sale. There's still snow on the ground but they raced to change into them and compare muscles.
Ethan: Gavin, let's wrestle to see who's stronger!
Gavin: OKAY!!!
And wrestle they did. Father's sons they are.
As a woman who grew up in a house of all girls I feel transported to another planet. Hopefully they'll let me stay on it if I buy them muscle shirts with superheroes and sports on them!
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