I promise to post pictures tonight while Patrick is at work, in the meantime, I give you Zachary’s reaction.
Him: “Hey, Sis, your hair is different”
Me: “It is, what’s different about it?”
In pure amazement and awe: “It’s… golden.”
Later in the night I called all the boys to go outside and play Ghost in the Graveyard and Grayson and Ben came running out of my dad’s weight room. I turned the light off and heard a tiny voice “Wait! Grayson, don’t leave me like this!”
Thinking that Zach was afraid of the dark, I turned the light back on and saw him struggling with his teeny little stick arms to lift an empty bar off his chest (probably weighed about 45 lbs.) That was a little terrifying, considering we could have all just left and Zachary himself probably does not weigh much more than 45 lbs. After I helped him, he said, “Grayson was making me lift it to prove how strong I am!”
Any kid that has this much trouble just supporting his own weight, should probably find diplomatic solutions to challenges to his strength.