Tonight Hubby decided he wanted to go on my run with me. We put Bram and Tess in the double jogger, Phil and Ted's and I highly recommend, and started on our three mile trek.
Hubby runs a lot faster than I do, and I am terrible jogging with the jogger. It totally messes up my form. If I even have a form. But I think I do.
Hubby and I are jogging and Hubby is pushing the kiddos and I say, "Babe, you are in good shape!" because he is always complaining about how bad of shape he is in.
So then Bram says, "Daddy, you are in good shape!"
About two minutes later, Hubby stops running.
Immediately Bram says, "Well, I guess you aren't in good shape after all."
Out of the mouths of babes.
On another note, guess who just got a spanking wearing only a Superman cape?