Robert came to me this morning, feet dragging, shoulders down, and said in his why-me? voice:
"Mom, this is the day. It's the one mile run. I need a protein bar or something to get me through this."
I gave him a Clif bar which he promptly flipped over to read the nutritional information on the back. With relief he said, "Thank goodness. 10 grams of protein." Then he shuffled off to the bus stop, resigned to his fate.
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I never realized how hard life can be in the 'burbs.
I hated the one-mile-run day!!! It always made me feel like my childhood was slipping away - run for fun? No. Run for a game? No. Run for a test. Only adults would think up something like that.
Poor Robert. I hope he managed.
He ended up not having the run that day!
I'm just impressed by how he analyzed the snack options for protein content. Now we have to restock protein bars. :)
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