Muscle shirt

While we were pulling weeds

I was tucking my shirt sleeves up

in attempts to blend in my farmers tan

Owen was trying to do the same

but it just wasn't working

the sleeves wouldn't stay up

I said, "Lets go inside and get you a muscle shirt"

and Owen said, "Yea, cause this shirt isn't very strong."

After we changed his shirt

he had to pose for a few pictures

Reagan wanted me to take a picture of her muscles too

but she is still being a stinker

and won't look at my camera very well