“Check this out!” he says as he flexes and poses, showing off all his muscles.
“Very nice dear,” I say, hardly glancing at him as I continue sorting laundry. I get this alot.
“You’re not even watching! Look!” he insists as he begins to add sound effects to his poses.
"Grrrrrrrr, GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! UNH, UNH, UNH, GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!"
Youngest happens to walk in and stares at her crazy father as he continues to grunt, grimace and pose. Noticing her standing next to him, he makes one last grimace (mean face) and grunts right at her while lifting his arms up and flexing his biceps in the classic bodybuilder pose a la Arnold.
“Daddy,” youngest asks very seriously. “Do you have to poo poo?”
“No,” he responds, quite insulted.
Youngest shrugs and walks out, leaving me hanging onto the side of the bathtub laughing my ass off.
He gives me a dirty look and says, “That’s YOUR daughter," and slinks off sullenly.
Oh yes, that's my girl!