I guess it’s fair to say that he grew a few inches and gained a few pounds during the time I was away. He was already stocky to begin with and now he’s even stronger. During winter break he and I “fought” a few times. That was probably the last time I’d ever win.
After dinner tonight Mark purposely bummed me a bit roughly, and I knew he was trying to pick a fight.
“I don’t want to fight. You’d beat me,” I said.
My Mom just started laughing.
Mark said, “Well that was boring.”
I’ve decided I can pick my battles and that’s not one I’ll be able to win anymore.
Oh, how the tables turn.