Then ten minutes later, "Mom, can you help me?"
I was busy doing last minute, before-bed tasks.
I kept saying, "Just a second! I'll be there in a minute!"
I knew it was something about the Wii because I had allowed him to play for an hour before bedtime. And I HATE when he calls me when he's playing the Wii, because I know what he wants...the disc is skipping or he needs help figuring out how to go from one player to two players...and I can't help because I HAVE NO IDEA how to work that darn thing.
So I ignored him.
Finally, he said, "Please Mom, HELP ME!"
I made it down to the basement and looked at him.
He was dripping with sweat and shuffling along, jogging in place.
A little pale.
"Mom, I'm not getting to the end yet! This thing is going forever...it won't stop! Something is wrong!"
He had accidentally set it for a 7 mile race, instead of the usual little fun run.
And he was on mile 6.
He just kept plugging along. Maybe thinking his Mii would jump out and slap him silly if he stopped. "You signed on for this, and you are going to see it through! There's no stopping now! Stop calling for your mommy and get those knees up!"
I laughed so hard I cried. The kids all ran downstairs to see.
We cheered him on as he rounded the bend to finish up.
He asked for a glass of water and we got PJ's on and I tucked him in bed.
I think he probably slept good?