You're Stronger Than My Dad!

“Mrs. Silverspoon! Mrs. Silverspoon! Make a muscle! Show Big J!”

All the kids expectantly clustered around on the playground after school to watch the big show. A little reluctantly, I flexed my right arm.

“WHOA! WHAT?!” Big J’s jaw dropped.

“Yeah, she’s super strong!”

“That’s just because I carry a 32-pounder around with me all the time.”

“Dude! You’re JACKED! You’re, like, stronger than my DAD!”

I laughed. “Don’t tell him that.”

The marveling continued for awhile.

“How can all that chocolate make all that muscle?” Puck wanted to know.

To be honest, I really don’t know.