My parents just called me. Well, my mom called to let me know my dad is coming down to visit this weekend. Then she handed the phone off to my father so I could have a little bit of a chat with him. I mentioned to my mom that my legs were sore because I did a hundred squats.
When my dad got on the phone, he said, "So, you've been doing squats?"
"Yep," I said.
"Where do you do them? At the gym?"
"No," I told him. "I did them while I was out walking Oliver. Whenever he stops to smell something I do ten or so."
"On the street?" he asked. "What if people think you're pooping on the sidewalk with Oliver?"
I honestly can't stop laughing over this conversation. Sometimes it truly is the little things in life.