Arm & Hammer, or Maybe Arm & Pudding

Have been doing a lot of gardening and yard work. My new hobby is feeling my arm muscles with pride and satisfaction.

However, maternal buffness is in the eye of the beholder. One time, years ago, I offered my bicep to Maddy, age 10. "Go ahead. Squeeze!" I expected a proclamation that I was muscle-bound.

Instead, she said, "That feels like pudding in a Target sack."

Back to the drawing board, or perhaps the weight room.