The JammaTime Discussion

"But, I didn't saayyy I wanted to have jamma-time yet..."

"I know, but it's late and already past your bedtime."

"But, it's not even dark yet! I can still play outside for a little while mo-orrre..."

"We'll play outside again tomorrow. The mosquitoes are out in hordes now that the wind has died down and your poor belly will end up welted with bites if you go back out right now."

"Um... helloooooo??? This is me, a professional athlete?!! I have speeds you can't even begin to imagine... even if they tried, those squitoes could never catch me!!"

"I'd rather we not take the chance, Day."

"But, Dad still gets to be outside. I can see him, he's right theerrre..."

"Dad's putting the lawn mower away and then he's coming straight inside, too."

"But, maybe I was going to heeeelp him put the mower away. And maybe I was going to just quickly check if the grass is the right height for me to run iiiiinnn. And maybe I was going to just quickly check if the grass is the way I like it for soft-rollability so I can plan my day for tomooorrrrowww."

"I'm sure the grass is just perfect and tomorrow you'll be able to test it out properly."

"But it's still light ooouuuutsiiide..."

"I know, an unfortunate part of where we live, but it's after ten o'clock and it's time to get ready for bed."

"Mamas are so unfair... grumble, grumble....."