Muscles

I’ve acquired quite the work-out habit lately. My Dad is a serious weight-lifter, and he is my greatest inspiration. Sure, as a toddler I don’t have major muscle mass yet, but I’m working on it. This picture isn’t of me (this kid’s got slightly better definition, so I thought I’d substitute him) but you get the idea.

At any given moment, I am known for trying to pry my shirt off (I usually need some help with this) while crying out “Wanna show muscles like Daddy!” Then I walk around shirtless showing off my stuff. I have also learned to do push-ups. Soon all the girls in my daycare will be after me, I just know it. They don’t call me the Baby Stallion for nothing.