The children have become the trainers

While I was standing at the kitchen sink this morning, washing the last of the breakfast dishes, Mason came over and punched me in the butt a few times. Lately, I have become the heavy bag for our two youngest boys.

Mason followed up his jabs by sticking his head under the back of my shirt. After I told him to shoo, he withdrew his head, and announced, "Daddy, you look better not naked."

"You mean I look better with my clothes on?" I asked, to make sure I had heard him correctly.

"Yeah," was Mason's one-word reply.

"That's it. I'm going for a bike ride."