Something terrifying happened this summer.
I discovered that I’m the weakest link in our family.
“No, really. I mean it. I can’t keep up with you.
You’re too strong. Paddle with less oomph, I beg you.
I no longer have the cardiovascular capacity of an elite athlete.”
Ha ha. Like I ever was an elite athlete… but my kid doesn’t know that.
I laughed tiredly and begged my kids to carry me to the car.
Fortunately, my husband took pity on me and hoisted me over his shoulder.
I muttered that I needed chocolate ice cream, and he sympathetically patted me on the butt.
Or maybe he was just copping a feel. I don’t know and I don’t care. At least I was not walking.
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