Today I started exercising to a Tae-Bo video & my 5 year old decided to join me. He came in dressed in his power ranger costume from last hallowen & tried to imitate Billy Blanks in a tough, kill-the-enemy sort of way, with sound effects & all. "Look how high I can kick, Mom!" "I can really punch!" "Hiiiya!" "I'm tough, huh mom!" Entertainment indeed! It helped me to keep my mind off of how much I didn't want to be doing this.
I began concentrating on the moves & was actually breaking a sweat, when I heard my little power ranger shout,"I'm not made for this!" MY THOUGHTS EXACTLY! I was laughing so hard I was getting cramps in my side. (Actually, that might have been from the crunches.)
Then he plopped down & the couch & started coaching me: "HE SAID double time, Mom, DO DOUBLE TIME!" I am, son. "Go faster, mom, you can do it!" How fast does he expect me to go? "I guess you aren't made for, this either, huh mom." I think he felt sorry for me. He said I could stop whenever I wanted to. Thanks, hon.
After a few minutes of silence from the sidelines I heard giggling; then "You have polka-dots on your undees, mom!" (As if I didn't know. But wait...) "How do you know I have polka-dots?" He turned serious when he said "Mom, you shouldn't ever wear those shorts in public. You can see up 'em when you kick."
My Power Ranger winding down from exercise with a movie & a cheeseburger. Lucky Guy!