teenage boys

My nephew Brady came and visited for a few days last weekend. He got to our house at 10:30 at night and the first thing he did (after hugs and hellos of course) was get out his perfect push-up apparatus. We have a set too, so he brought his. He told Jacob to bring his down and they got to work. The other thing that teenage boys like to do is walk around with their shirts off. Strutting around like peacocks, and pausing by mirrors. They are very proud of their new found muscles. My brother Kenny was the worst growing up. Always flexing and kissing his muscles. Telling us that we can pay money to touch them. I guess he still hasn't grown up because he still does it to this day (and yes he is almost 37). He has great lines like, "I got pulled over by the cops today for carrying concealed weapons." ha ha. While we like Jacob to flex his muscles for us, and we humor him by feeling them. The walking around with out a shirt is prohibited. But every time another teenage boy comes around he will try to get away with it.

My favorite story on this subject was told to me by my friend LaDawn. She had lots of brothers, and they would always come to the dinner table with out their shirts on. Her mother had repeatedly told them they were not allowed to do this. So, on a particular occasion when the boys all came to dinner, yet again without shirts on. Her mom left the room and came back with only her bra on, and sat down for dinner. She acted like nothing was out of the ordinary and proceeded with dinner. So, should I try that when Jacob has his friends here? ha ha. I think the threat of it will be enough.

Brady was showing us how many he could do. This picture above is Jacob and Dave's impression of Brady's last ones. Neck ups. I couldn't even do one. So sad. Maybe if I had my shirt off, I could do them better. ha.