Fly on My Wall

"I'm going to start taking good care of myself."
"Good, I've wanted that for you for sometime", I answer not looking up.
"You know, eating better, exercising everyday."
"Yup, I'm so with you there honey."
"No more pop and junk food". By the direction of his voice, I can tell his back is towards me. I hear the rustling sound of plastic unwrapping.
"Umm yeah baby." I continue reading.
"I will either run or bike with you every morning." The sound of his clothes hitting the floor as he sheds them reaches my ears.
"That will take some dedication on your part."
"I got it in me. Oho-Woah!." Snapping sounds ensue.
"Ok if you are serious, I'll take you with me."
"Oh. My. God. Where's. My. Dog. This thing totally rocks!" I hear his feet dancing on our wood floor and look up over my book. His back still to me, his near naked buttocks moving in the rhythm of a happy dance.
"Glad to see your joy there bucko."
"Get the camera. This is too kwel."
"Ok if I can show the picture to your next girl friend."
"Deal. She will have to think it is kwel too."

An eight year old becomes a manly man when he gets his first nut cup. If playing football brings him half as much fun as his athletic support does, I have succeeded as a mom. Let the games begin.