I was bending over to change the CD in the CD player and Ocean points at my tattoo.
"Heart," he says. "Yes, that's right," I replied.
"Flowers! One, two, three!" He exclaimed, pointing at my back. "Yep, three flowers," I said.
He then grabbed my butt, a cheek in each hand, gave a few good squeezes and gleefully shouted, "Squishy!"
If that's not motivation to work out I don't know what is.