So there's this cartoon channel I let the kids watch occasionally. You know the kind...ALL cartoons ALL the time. Well I turn in on around 7am when they get up and it doesn't go off until bedtime. Ok, I'm totally kidding. (What kind of mom do you think I am?) But it does come in handy sometimes around 4:30 when I'm trying to make dinner and need them out of the road. Only drawback to this little activity? Infomercials. So the other day a package came for my totally fit and awesome husband (love you honey!!). He ordered this pull-up bar that fits in the door jam. We opened the box before he got home and here's the conversation that followed:
Sarah: WHOA Mom! Does Dad want to get ripped!!
Abbey: Why does Dad want to get ripped?
Sarah: I don't know. Maybe so he can pick up cows with one finger?
Well of course! Isn't that why we all want to get ripped? I hadn't thought of that one. And in case you're wondering: yes, I did try it. My current record is...not even one. I hung there like a wet noodle. Hey, just keepin' it real.