It's Saturday morning, which means it is gym day for the kids. Ainsley loves going to Mr. Derek's gym. She will play any sport put before her and she gives it everything she's got. Her attitude is fantastic.

Ian doesn't like to sweat. He says sweat makes him itch. In fact, on Saturdays the only parts of his body he wants to move are his thumbs working the NintendoDS. He argues with me about getting exercise most of the time. Besides not wanting to sweat, he says the gym smells like an armpit. I've been in there, and I don't smell the armpit.

Ian and Ainsley were the only ones there today. I thought that might make it easier on Ian if he didn't have to worry about interacting with boys he doesn't know very well; but it didn't. He just wanted to go home.

The teacher convinced him to go play for 5 minutes. She managed to get him to stay for 20 minutes. That was enough to earn him a trip to the bookstore. I think he stuck longer than necessary just to ensure his reward.

When we returned home, Ian and Ainsley played baseball in the back yard. Ian really seemed to enjoy it. He put forth effort that I haven't seen from him in ages. Why is this type activity acceptable and not the other?

One thing is for certain - I am not going to tell him that playing baseball is exercising. It will ruin it for him.