Preston on the treadmill

One Saturday morning, I told the boys, as I always do, that they could not have any screen time until their jobs were done. Preston asked if he could go on the treadmill for an extra job. I guess I had been stewing over the boys' excessive inactivity more than I had been stewing over the need to get the house clean because I allowed it. After a while, I even let him watch his show while he was going. Who would have thought that he would go so long, barefoot in his pajamas. For the record, he also did his other jobs.