Wimpy Mama

Yesterday, I took my kids to the dance studio.  My daughter, of course, had the lessons.  My son had to come along for the ride.  And let me tell you, he absolutely hates sitting around!  So what did he do?  He went outside on the parking lot and started doing push-ups and sit ups.

"Bubba, what are you doing?" I asked.

"Exercising."

I guess that was pretty obvious.  "Okay.  Why are you exercising on the hard asphalt?"

"I'm trying to get everybody else to come out and exercise with me."

I looked at the kid.  "Bubba, nobody is going to want to come out and do sit ups and push-ups in the middle of a parking lot!"

I guess I was wrong.  Two seconds later, another little boy and his dad came out.  The boy got on the ground next to Bubba and started doing push-ups.

The dad and I just looked at each other and shook our heads.

"Mama, you should do push-ups and sit ups, too!"

"No thank you," I said.

My boy looked at his new friend and said. "My Mama is a wimp!"

So there you have it ladies and gentlemen.  I am now officially a wimp!