In my day and age, when we talked "six pack", it was macho talk of beer cans to be drunk to get drunk. Now my son talks of getting a "six pack" and means he seeks the carved stomach muscles to look good for the ladies.
I like to think that he is trying to emulate his old man, except my proof of a six pack is hiding under a few carbohydrate layers. I normally care not to realise this - my name is Bass Pryce and I am fat - Fatties Anonymous can do without my very large presence for a while. I consider deception is not always a bad thing, especially when facing a bar of choccy temptation. "Yes Go On" is a positive set of words methinks.
Mirrors I see now are an invention of the devil.
Sadly my belly is giving gravity a large enough mass to probably change the rotation of the earth on its axis and a contributory reason to earth-moon collision course in a million years or so. However today my belly is not all that is falling down.
As I face an eyetest that resembles a humiliation in guessing the difference between Z and F and being told it was a Y. Unless the optician was asking 'why I was there?' with 20:20, perhaps not.
As my eyesight deteriorates it has one of the advantages that I need not remove all mirrors in the house because I need only place glasses on forehead and view a blur that, I think, may have a six pack after all.
And as if to prove every action has a reaction the lanky fella is not so lanky and is filling out a tad. Although to be fair his sudden wish for a tank top may be premature.
I need to explain for the older reader that a 'tank top' is not a no-sleeve wooly pully of 70's fashion vintage, but what I would call a vest. Except by calling it a tank top, it can now be sold at thrice the price and a teenager is happy for 2 minutes or so. This Tank Top, aka vest, is worn without a shirt, pullover, cardigan or whatever. In terms of fashion statements, my view which is not universally accepted in the household, is that silence is golden.
He wants a vest to show off the bicep arcs that define an iron pumped rep-definition of a muscle, except there is a way to go before the boy will be starring in "Terminator 21". But try telling him 'way to go', is a mistake I know, but......, but I fear my advice is second to an inevitable humiliation on a parkbench amongst his friends who may smirk a tad. I can tell him don't do it, do not wear the vest in public, and silence is rusting iron.
Lessons to be learnt, unless..... I am wrong perhaps, its the new look .....non-hero-in chic