Jack does this weird thing now. He likes to poke me in the stomach and then say in a strange voice “squishy, squishy, squishy…”
Doesn’t make me feel like the 10 workouts I do a week are paying off, eh?
me: Jack stop doing that.
Jack: But it’s so squishy! Squish, squish…
me: Gah! Stop! (I try to dodge his little pinchy hands)
Jack: One more squish and then I’ll stop.
me: That is pure muscle you’re grabbing mister!
Jack: Then why is it so SQUISHY!!!???
Later that evening as I sit on the couch Ed jumps up on my lap and starts kneading my stomach with his front paws…
me: Sheesh, you too!!??