Doing It Wrong

Finding time to exercise in our house is a privilege that is difficult to achieve.  Take this morning for instance.  I thought I was safe but Logan thought differently.  He finds me in the middle of my first rep.

"What are you doing Dad?"
"Exercising."
"Can I watch?"
"If you must.  But you...have to...stand back."

I'm not just about to stop and I'm certainly not changing my routine due to the sudden presence of a judges grandstand.

"Are you going to use the tread me-o [tread mill]?"
"No."
"What do you call it?"
"Exercise."
"Do people do it?"

I tried so hard not to roll my eyes because I knew where this was headed.

"Yes."
"Do Daddies do it?"
"Apparently."
"Do Mommies do it?"
"Why don't you go find Mommy and ask her?"  I didn't expect that to work.
"No."

More watching.  A few appraising faces.

"Watch this!" he said.  There was an attempt at a head stand.
"I don't sink you're doing it right," he told me.
Sigh..."Why?"
"You're not using the tread me-o."

Screw the tread mill.  "I don't want to use the tread mill."
"Mommy uses the tread me-o."
"So she does."
"I'm going to go use the tread me-o."

He disappeared.  I'm not sure where he went after that.

- 17 September 2011