Again with the niceness

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.”