Tonight I got home from work and Amber was snoozing before work, so Gavin was quasi-babysitting himself. He loves the interactive bike he got for Christmas and had it plugged into the TV. He was pedaling away when I walked in the door and the screen was zooming along as if he were riding down a road. I noticed his hands weren't on the handlebars, but didn't think much of it.
I put down my bag and walked up behind him and asked, "what ya up to, bud?"
He hadn't realized I was home until that instant, but his answer was this beautifully honest, guilt free, self confident statement of fact. As he swung around and flashed a cheesy grin he announced, "I'm riding my bike with Cheetos."
He saw nothing odd about exercising with a bag of Cheetos in your hands and I'm glad. The concept of irony can wait.
...Heck, Elanis Morisett is over 40 and she still doesn't get it.
May 20, 2008
Future Olympian
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