Two Fridays ago, Kris and I went to Seattle and visited with Ben, Lisa and Jake. Ben, at one point, showed us Jake's Michelin Man legs and arms, where his baby fat rolls jiggled and folded. At some point soon, Jake will hit his second baby growth spurt and lose all of the jiggles. Until then, however, Ben is showing it off.
On Wednesday night last week, at communal dinner, I mentioned we had journeyed north and seen Jake, and wasn't he just the most adorable butterball? Beth commented that, look, everyone has a line on his arm, just above his elbow, where his roll of baby fat made a permanent crease in the skin. No, really, look, look.
We all looked, and sure enough, we all had those lines. Sure, some were really faint, almost invisible, but still there.
So, today on the drive from the airport with Kris and Heather, we talked about this fact when Heather and I were catching up. When I said everyone has this crease, here, look, look, Kris chimed in, "No, not everyone."
Well, the man with less than 4% body fat could be right, but I wasn't going to admit it any time soon. I pulled up his shirt sleeve and tried to find his crease. "It's there," I insisted, looking.
We found Heather's really fast, and mine was findable. Kris' not so much. "Well, it's there."
"No, it's not."
"Yes, it is. You just can't see it."
"If I can't see it, doesn't that mean it's not there?"
"There's a subcutaneous crease that isn't visible from the surface. So, yes, just because you can't see it, doesn't mean it's not there."
"Okay? That's it? I won the argument? I can't believe you're giving up that easily."
"You used 'subcutaneous' in an argument. How can you not win?"
Heather piped up from the back seat, "You two are such geeks."