The 14-year-old, whose workout regimen until recently was fours hours a day of texting and television, is suddenly sporting six-pack abs and serious looking biceps. Overnight, practically, our skinny little boy has grown a man's body.
Which is useful for carrying in groceries and hauling up boxes of Halloween decorations from the basement.
But it is, I fear, the beginning of the end for another Halloween tradition in our family: the October mortgage payment.
Since they were no bigger than pumpkins themselves, we have always allowed them to bring home the biggest pumpkin they could lift. It was adorable, watching them as toddlers, straining under the weight of an affordable seasonal squash.
When they got a little bigger, we changed the rules to require that they also be able to carry it off the patch. Kindergartners are stronger than they look. It was getting expensive.
Still. You could budget for it.
We never imagined they would beginning training for it.
Earlier this year, the boy, whose previous interest in sports amounted to a couple of seasons of Little League and a high-scoring streak of iPod bowling, joined the swim team. His interest in food grew to include more than mashed potatoes. Next came the pull-up bar in his room. Now we are in serious trouble. Even the girl has been doing push-ups.