Being the Bad Guy

I've started the kids exercising.  Boy, you should listen to the griping, the whining, the moaning about the stupidity of it all, the dodging ... mostly from the man-child.  From the girl I got cursing while in process (she chose Bollywood--wow, tough even for me, who's been bellydancing a long while.)  She cursed at herself, at the video, at herself again, but by the time she got through it all she was grinning and happy.

They were both grinning.  They'd accomplished something, no little feat, neither.  I hope it won't be like pulling teeth when we do it all again tomorrow.

But mom!

Sometimes I have to be the bad guy.