The Boy was talking to me about how he needed to get bigger muscles.  He pulled up his sleeves and flexed his arms, but he was particularly interested in his stomach.  With his shirt pulled up, and him rubbing his little 6-year-old belly, we had the following conversation.

TB: I need to get ripped.
Me: Really?
TB: Yeah, for gymnastics.  I need to get strong.
Me: You’re getting stronger every day.
TB: Well, I at least need to get a pack.
Me: Oh.  Ok.

But in my head, I just couldn’t get over the fact that this boy, my boy, in the long basketball shorts and athletic t-shirt, the kind that wicks away moisture to keep you cool as you exercise, had on fuzzy raccoon slippers while he was talking about getting ripped.

You can’t talk about getting ripped while wearing fuzzy raccoon slippers, can you?  Shouldn’t age-appropriate fuzzy raccoon slippers contraindicate the need to get a pack, let alone six of them?  Did I miss something?

It just doesn’t seem right.