Lil brother is stoked 'cause he gets to run on the treadmill tonight. And he insists that he is gonna run two miles this time-not the measley one he usually does. So Mr B puts on some 1920's flapper jazz for him and he strips down to his boxers and barefeet and gets down to business.
For the record: you could throw a rattlesnake on me...and I would not run. Not sure how I gave birth to people who actually like this running business...
Big brother's turn on the treadmill: 80's metal music rockin' the upstairs.
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