Thinking of Hannah, our six-year-old.
Like many Ugandans, this girl is built solid. She could probably kick both Liz and Jon’s butt at once if ever really put to the test.
I foresee Olympic medals around her neck one day, which isn’t a bad retirement plan for mom and dad.
Some of you know that I’m also quite ripped myself, although I don’t like to flaunt it so much.
So it’s early morning and I don’t have a shirt on and Hannah says ‘Dad, let’s see your muscles.’
I give her that Mr. Olympia pose, put everything I have into it.
She says, ‘No Dad, really. I mean show me your muscles.’