Bend it like Becker

Tom's home and we're enjoying a much needed silly morning together with the animals. He's still in his boxers and does this little shimmy thing and says to me,

"I'm an underwear model, I could compete with Becker."

I say, "I think you mean Beckham."

He stops and shakes his booty some more and then I say,

"No, you're right. It's Becker."