It's fucking cold outside. Cold enough to warrant the use of the word "fucking".
On another note, Luke insists that he can do P90X and he asked me to put the video in so he could exercise last night. I said, "No, that's for adults." Luke, "No, Mom. I can do it." Me, "Oh, really? How do you know?" Luke, "When Lindsey did it she did push ups with her feet on a chair and I can do that. Come watch me. I'll show you." Amused, I waited patiently while he dragged in a chair from the other room and got set. Before he could do anything though, he had to put on his headband. (I got this headband with a Cowboys star on it, as a joke from Mrs. Chesapeake for my birthday. I love to goof around with it, but Luke wears it with all seriousness.)
All set with his headband, Luke put his feet up and very impressively executed the push ups in true P90X fashion. I was very impressed.
He hopped up after I praised his push ups and said, "See mom! Now you try it." I groaned, "Do I have to?" Luke, "Yeah, Mom. You try it. Just like I did it." I took a deep breath. I had actually done these push ups with P90X three days before and I was still sore, but I couldn't deny his cuteness. I gradually lowered my sore body down to the ground and propped my feet up on the chair. I tried one push up and collapsed. I gathered myself together and said cheerfully, "Nope, Luke, Mommy can't do it. Sorry." And that was that. I hope he stays that athletic - clearly he didn't get his athleticism from me.