My husband runs a half marathon every spring, and is now in training mode. Due to the 20 inch snowfall we had yesterday, he had to suck it up and run eight miles on my treadmill.
Our five year old son saw him plugging along and said to me, “Dad is running SO fast.”
I replied, “He is, isn’t he? He runs much faster than I do.”
He looked at his father again, then said, “Yeah, but his face turns purple, just like yours does.”
My daughter was tossing a napkin back and forth between her hands, when my son looked at her and said, “You’re going to drop that.”
She continued her juggling act and replied, “No, I won’t.”
Then my son raised up his hand and swiftly knocked the napkin to the floor and said, “Told ya you’d drop it.”
Our dog had a pretty rough day at the veterinarian’s office yesterday, so last night I climbed down on the floor to pet her and make her suffer through some of my puppy talk.
When I got up, I noticed something stuck to my sock.
Thank goodness that sticky eyeball wasn’t attached to my other foot, because then I’d have to show you my sock with holes, AND I’d have to tell you that they’re the socks I “borrowed” from an Aunt. See? Those faint lines near the hole are part of her name. It was written across the sock in case she misplaced them at her retirement home.
There’s no doubt about it…my husband is a lucky man.