from my Son....

I figured it's only fair to share a "Tripp" story.

Tripp: Daddy, my belly is big like...."

Me: Don't say it! Not like mine!

Tripp: Ok, I need to exercise.

**he takes off running toward the car which is all of 50 feet from where we are standing. Just ask him, he's as fast as Lightning McQueen. He turns and looks at me and says:**

Tripp: Daddy, my belly is still big after exercising all the way to the car.


My immediate thought: Enough said.... we all want gratification and we won't it now..... agree?