Tessa wandered down into the basement this morning while I was exercising. I alternate between walking on our treadmill and doing some light weights/Pilates type exercises. She caught me just as I was starting some lunge/squat type things that really kill my legs, so I mentioned to her that I hated doing these particular exercises because I find them hard.
She sat on a bench and watched me until I got to the fourth rep and said, "Do you hate them yet, Mom?" I nodded and kept going, counting silently. A few reps later she said, "Wow, you really do hate them, don't you? I can tell."
And I was only on 10. I really need to make sure she's occupied before I start exercising.
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