Rainy Season is upon us. Showers and/or storms most days. Thick humidity. A few mosquito bites every time we leave our house. And no more exercising outside anymore. At least for me.
On our last family jog/skate ride of the winter season, one of the jog stroller’s wheels blew out halfway home. The boys and I hung out under a pavilion while Jonathan ran two miles to the bike shop, then home to get a couple of tools, then two miles back.
He was worn out when he got back, all huffing and puffing and whatnot. He asked, “Aren’t you impressed at how fast I did that? Doesn’t that make me attractive to you?”
“You are attractive to me when you are nice to me,” I said (again).
He slumped over and muttered, “But being nice is so much work.”