Fishdog and I go to the gym at least 4 days a week over lunch. Since Si is staying with us this week, I picked him up and brought him along today.

Fishdog isn’t with us because he is out of town.

I go to the locker room and change. Immediately, one of the regulars comes in after me. “Is that your son?”

Me: “Sorta.” (I explain the situation)

I leave the locker room, get on to the elliptical and one of the trainers stops by. “Is that your son? He’s fine!”

Me: “Not my son. Yeah, he’s pretty cute.”

I do my 2 miles, then hit the weights. While I’m doing shoulders, a group finishes spin class and comes out. They see Si say something to me and one of the ladies asks, “Where’s Mark? Did you trade him in for a younger model?”

Finally. At least someone acknowledges the possibility that I’m not old. LOL

So, of course, I answer, “Yes. Yes I did, but the poor boy just can’t keep up.”

Hurry home, Fishdog.