Friday, January 6, 2012

Mama, coffee please

Quin seems to have inherited my stubborn streak and love of running and his father's work ethic and love of Cheez-Its. The other day he was in his little pedal car driving around the house when he announced he was going to work like Dadda, but needed some coffee first. I asked him if Mama works, and he emphatically said, “No!” “Well, what do I do?” I asked. Quin responded, “You run!” So true, he has seen me go out the door and log quite a few miles these last few months, but 99 percent of the time it does not feel like work.

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