Last Christmas while shopping with Mom, Apollo saw these Push Up Pro things. OK now I know a gimmick when I see one but he wanted them so bad, you could see an 8 year old child gleaming in his eyes. So we got them. A couple days ago I saw them sitting out and asked if he's been using them. OK, "asked" isn't exactly accurate. I may have been taunting him a bit. He swore he does about 40 push-ups a day, three days a week. I think I snorted and continued to taunt him until I was able to bully him into doing some push-ups to prove that he uses them.
I sat down on the couch and waited, mocking him all the while. I could tell he was lying since he kept trying to talk his way out of it but mostly because he was scaring Zoe. If Zoe was familiar with this thrice-weekly event, she wouldn't have been spooked. Well, to save his feelings I won't tell you how many he did (one, girl style).
I think my bullying got to him because he quickly jumped up and started giving me a foot massage. HEHEHE! The only thing it did was bring my painfully white feet to my attention. Ouch!
Meanwhile, Simba continues to adore Apollo and sleeps in his lap any way possible. He's freakishly adorable. Looks like Simba should do a few push-ups himself.