As I stood at the kitchen counter Sunday afternoon, picking at stale apple fritter straight from the box, I felt a little tap in my back. I turned around and My Keiki was standing there looking up me curiously. In his hands were my running shoes and one athletic sock he had picked up from the living room.
Of course, this could mean a lot of things. And because My Keiki doesn’t say much, it’s pretty much up to me to figure it out.
While I’d like to think it was an invitation to go outside together, I can’t rule out a more subtle possibility. Perhaps My Keiki thought I needed some “lifestyle encouragement,” and was of the opinion that I should eat a few less donuts and do a little more running. If so, I have to admit he’s probably right.
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