
Earlier this week on a day I was taking a break from my regular bike ride, I opted for a home workout. While doing pushups in our newly reclaimed family room, I heard a voice coming from the kitchen.
"Dad, your butt looks like a peach!"
I busted out laughing, collapsing to the floor in mid-pushup. Of course, I had to ask Benjamin to repeat what he had said.
"I said your butt looks like a peach!"
I took it as a compliment, especially given Benjamin's last fitness observation back in January, or Mason's most recent proclamation that I look better clothed than naked. Better that he thinks my butt looks like a peach than a marshmallow.
(Photo courtesy of Nancy Lehrer.)




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