“Heather- come in here. Now, please.”
I’m a little annoyed at the Hub’s request this morning as I’m in the middle of a battle of wills with the Bean over what shirt she can wear to school. Normally I let her pick- but a fleece long sleeved shirt with a hood is a bit much on an 80 degree day. So I’m a little huffy as I walk into our bedroom- until I get a look at the Hubs.
He’s standing there wearing his work pants and one of the brand new white t-shirts I bought him to wear under his polos. I just bought the white shirts yesterday- they are freshly washed and ready to go for a new week. These are the t-shirts I always gets him in the size he always wears- only this shirt is skin tight and about 2 inches to short.
I can’t help it, I started cracking up. The Hubs is not amused as he asked me if it’s possible the t-shirts shrunk. Sure- they may have shrunk, but not that much. I suggested that perhaps he needs a bigger size and ran out of the room before I could bear the brunt of his string of curses. He texted me later in the day talking about the strict diet he’s going on and how he’s doubling up his workouts.
This afternoon as we’re getting the garbage ready for trash day, the Hubs found the package from the t-shirts I bought him. Turns out I bought him his size in a boys not in mens! I have never seen him so relieved in my life.
Despite what my teasing may suggest, the Hubs is in great shape because he works out 5-6 days a week. He came home after tonight’s workout telling me about this annoying kid who was cheering him on during his exercises.
Come on, buddy, you can do it! Way to go, man!
When I asked the Hubs how old the kid was, he told me he was 18. Without thinking, I said “Oh, so he’s exactly half your age. He really is young!”
I wouldn’t be surprised if the Hubs doesn’t speak to me the rest of the night.