Wimpy

Yesterday my mother-in-law stopped by. We were in the living room talking about a book I'd recently read when Brett comes in from outside, where he was pulling weeds with Michael. Being Brett, he interrupts.

"Hey mom, can we please be done. It's like a thousand degrees and my arms are killing me."

"That depends, do you want to swim this weekend or not?"

"Arrrrggggg" he moans. Moaning has become his latest forte.

Jeanne looks over at him and smiles. "You know what they say, no pain-no gain."

"Who says I want to gain? I don't want to gain, I like my weight!"