You know us. We like to P90X it. I wasn't on-board at first, when Alan installed the pull-up bar in the living room doorway. I didn't want to have to go through all the trouble of disguising it when I entertain. Well, as it turns out, I hardly ever entertain anyone - and I eventually jumped on the P90X bandwagon, so the pull-up bar became a necessity. As a result, our kids have seen us do countless pull-ups. No doubt wondering what all the fuss was about, they began bugging us incessantly to do pull-ups. Now, everytime we do a set, they take turns doing a set. Well, they mostly take turns. A certain blue-eyed girl always thinks it's her turn. Ignore Adam's open fly - it was too late, once we realized it. But par for the course, I think...
Yeah...They work out.
2 comments:
love the little voices! love love!
So cute! You should send it to the P90x people!
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