Home sick

I reached over to click something on the computer, and Leif said, "Wow, your arm is fat!"
"What?"
"Look, it's soft and jiggly."
"That's muscle. Soft and jiggly muscle."
"No, look." He kneaded my arm. "Squish, squish, squish. Fat."
"Your face is fat," I said. "My arms are all muscle. Rippling, tender, flapping-in-the-wind muscle."
He wobbled my underarm and made a turkey noise. I pushed his face away.

KIDS.