This morning I came downstairs in my exercise clothes, all rarin' to go and feeling mighty proud of myself for getting on the treadmill first thing. As I'm unfolding it, my 10-y/o son, The Great Brain, says to me, "Are you going to run?" And before I can even inhale to answer, my 5-y/o, Little Miss Sunshine, lets out an incredulous snort, and says, "Brain! That's MOM!" Like, duh.
No real Life-Changing Analogy to be had here; I just thought it was funny.