My kids like to be dressed. It's a little abnormal compared to the other children I know who prefer to run around in the buff. Not mine. Benton insists on wearing pajamas to bed and the tops and bottoms must match. Nathaniel freaks out if he is not wearing pants. Weird. But with the scorching temperatures around here for the last few days, they are happier to run around topless. Toplessness has all sorts of interesting side effects. A belly is an empty canvas waiting to be scribbled on with markers or showcasing the latest sticker collection. And the need to show off muscles at any given moment.
You might have a hard time discerning muscle from ribs on this one, but doesn't he look intimidating with the black eye he got in the title match? (OK, so he got hit in the eye with a cabinet door in the play kitchen at the Kids Club. But still menacing, no)?