Tiny Muscles

So, it's Monday morning...I call Anson and Hayden to the dining room table to figure out what they are doing for AWANA this week. Anson is sitting there looking through his book (figuring out his new, weekly goal is a HUGE big deal to him). Hayden is supposed to be coloring his new pages in his AWANA book. While Anson and I are coming up with a plan for the week, we look over and Hayden has made this little dumbbell out of some left over snack he found in his Cubbies bag. I look over at him, trying not to laugh and say, "Hayden, what are you doing?" He then says, in a super tiny voice...like he's straining to pick up something heavy...

"I'm getting tiny muscles."

Even Anson, who is normally NOT amused by his little brother's inability to stay on task said, "Hayden, you are so funny."

He is so funny.