I’m a 106-time marathoner, so I’m not inherently opposed to using my feet to get from A to B. Apparently, it’s a different story for my kids. Here’s a text from my son to my wife last week:
He was at the bus stop. Tiff went to pick him up and she hit the trip meter just for the heck of it.
There’s your round trip, 1/10 of a mile, less than a football field one-way. It was raining, but seriously! Oh well, I love him anyways. Have a great Wednesday!
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Hahaha! Well, he’s not going to be a marathoner at this age. Just give him a couple decades (or less).