Posted by: Michelle Mitton | July 15, 2008

He’s Ready for the Olympics

David RunningI’m not sure why but my kids have got the running bug. I mean Andrew loves to run and goes out jogging all the time but I kind of figured that my “I’d pretty much rather do anything than strap a pair of running shoes to my feet” genes would beat his into submission where my kids were concerned. Apparently I was wrong because every time I turn around lately one of them is telling me they’re going out “to run.”


Then I figured it out. It’s not the exercise, the exhilaration of the wind in their hair, the thrill of following in their Dad’s footsteps it’s the ipod.

Because my kids have begged for ipods and I really haven’t felt like giving into all the pressure an 11 year-old boy can dish out (as if I care that he thinks I’m the meanest mom on the planet). As soon as I did I’m pretty sure I’d never be able to hold a normal conversation with my son again and our dialog would be limited to me making frantic hand signals in front of his face. It ain’t going to happen folks, at least not while there’s breath in this body.

But Andrew recently got a new ipod which left his little ipod Shuffle without a home and somehow the boys realized that if they asked me to let them use it while they jog I’m a pushover and I hand it over without argument (I just figured that out, like, this week–obviously my mom skills are slipping).

Anyway . . . David went out jogging and when he came home I asked where he’d been running and how it had gone and all that mom-type stuff. “How was your run?” I asked.

“Fine. Except Dad’s ipod wasn’t working.”


“The sticky pad things that keep the things in your ears are gone.”

Translation: I’ve lost the ear bud covers.

“Oh. But was your run was good?”

“Well it was hard running when the ipod was broken.”

Still not quite understanding the situation I prodded, “Why would that matter?”

“Well without the black spongy things the ear things wouldn’t stick in my ears, they kept falling out.”

“So you couldn’t listen to music?”

“No I could hear the music, it just made it hard to run.”

“Why?” I asked, still completely lost on this train of thought.

“Because I had to run with my hands over my ears to hold the ear parts in.”

At which point he demonstrated his new technique by jogging in place while covering his ears with his cupped hands.

Let’s hope no one I knew saw him. They’d have to wonder what freakish punishments I’d been handing out when they saw my son running around the neighborhood with his hands over his ears. Bound to be questions about that one.

And in totally unrelated news . . .


Congratulations to Rachel of Keller, Texas (I seem to get a lot of winners from Texas–must be a lucky place to live) who won this week’s giveaway of a Navigon GPS system. She said “My husband would die if I won this for him.” Let’s hope he survives the experience!

Sponsored by Rick Rack Attack–Real, bona fide vintage aprons. Why try to duplicate when you can get the real thing?

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