My exercise pants have gone missing. And what is worse? My son is noticing.
Bear is in love with some hand-me-downs. He has been cracking me up by changing two or three times a day since Jon drug out a tub of Superman's old clothes from the attic. His heart's delight is what he calls "exercise clothes". He was so smitten to discover this wind suit in the mix and has pulled it out of the laundry basket to wear for a few days in a row.
Here's the only problem. After getting dressed, he then follows up with lots of, "Mama, where's your exercise clothes? You got your exercise pants? When we gonna exercise?" And I've got good answers for him, like "Oh gee, buddy, I'm not sure" and "I just don't know where my exercise pants are".
On one hand, I'm kinda proud. He can remember me exercising. He is only three-years old, you know, so he doesn't have super long term memory yet.
On the other, I know I'm busted. My three-year old son is aware that my exercise pants haven't made an appearance in a good many months.
It's 2014, after all, a new year! I may find those suckers and get into a good routine yet! And if I do, one thing is for certain; I'll never look as cute in a wind suit.
Bear is in love with some hand-me-downs. He has been cracking me up by changing two or three times a day since Jon drug out a tub of Superman's old clothes from the attic. His heart's delight is what he calls "exercise clothes". He was so smitten to discover this wind suit in the mix and has pulled it out of the laundry basket to wear for a few days in a row.
On one hand, I'm kinda proud. He can remember me exercising. He is only three-years old, you know, so he doesn't have super long term memory yet.
On the other, I know I'm busted. My three-year old son is aware that my exercise pants haven't made an appearance in a good many months.
It's 2014, after all, a new year! I may find those suckers and get into a good routine yet! And if I do, one thing is for certain; I'll never look as cute in a wind suit.
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