The Health Police

For those of you who don't know my youngest son, Adam, he's hilarious. He says the funniest/cutest things. Of course if you laugh at them, or tell him he's cute, he gets embarrassed and mad. So, Jon and I have almost joined a gym. We are on a trial membership right now, and I have been going every morning. They have an AWESOME area where they watch kids, and Adam loves it. Unfortunately, yesterday I decided to work my arms, and this morning, they hurt. A lot. So, I told Adam we weren't going to go. He looked at me, completely serious, and said "But Mom, you need to go work out. You need to be healthy." How can you argue with that? So, to the gym we went. The good news is that I worked my legs today, so I won't be able to walk tomorrow. After that, Adam walked in the kitchen and saw that I hadn't taken my vitamins. He then proceeded to get them, carry them to me and inform me that I needed to take my vitamins to be healthy. He even got me a drink of water to take them. What a good kid he is! And, thanks to him, I'll definitely be more healthy!