The Pedometer Race

I need to add to Tammy's telling of the Pedometer story. I wasn't just egging Adam on hoping he would pass out - it was a bonafide race. The trick was, Adam was racing around and around the house as fast as he could trying to stay ahead of me. My part of the race involved sitting on the couch shaking my pedometer up and down as fast as I could (I'm too old to be racing around the house!). We were neck-and-neck for the longest time and it was quite an exciting race - Adam managed to stay barely ahead of me right up to the end. As I got close, he would just run faster - panicked I would soon catch him. After around 3000 steps (about a mile for him running) he did look like he was going to collapse, so we finally called it a draw (I guess a good dad would have let him win??). Anna and Lizzy started off racing with us, but they couldn't quite keep up with speedy Adam. Anna joined me on the couch shaking her pedometer after she got tired.

This morning I walked by Adam's room and noticed him jumping up and down as fast as he could wearing nothing but his underwear. I asked him what he was up to and he pointed to the elastic band holding his underwear up. There, clipped right to his underwear, was his pedometer. He said it was better to keep it there so that he didn't miss any steps if he had to change his pants.