The other night the Boy challenged me to a duel; a battle of strength; a test of endurance.
We arm-wrestled. I don't recall just how it came about - he was probably dissin' me about something and we needed to settle the matter. What I do remember is the awesome result of the match.
His right arm and my right - arm, well yes, he is stronger and took me down after a little struggle.
But then we changed sides.
And he couldn't get my left arm to move. He tried everything too, but I just happen to be stronger on my left than he is. With lots of giggles and glee, I reminded him of the benefits of packing around an almost 3 year old child regularly.
Who needs a weight-set when you have kids?!