The other day I reached to get something off a high shelf in the kitchen and I winced and I must have moaned or groaned. One of the kids, let’s not say which, asked me what was wrong. I said that I had a great work out that day at the gym. He says so very insouciantly “oh I thought you went last week. You went again?” and raised a sarcastic eyebrow. I explained to him that surprisingly enough, one doesn’t just go a time or two and find oneself in amazingly good shape. He’s old enough to know that. He just didn’t think I would stick with it, the little rotter. I will show him.
Soon enough I will be as tough as steel and challenge him to some kind of throw down. Ha, he’ll be laughing on the other side of his face then.