Thursday morning, I struggled to get out of bed. Not just because it was the usual morning drag. But because some of my muscles were super sore from yesterday's lifting session. The only consolation was that I wasn't alone. The twins were even worse off, unwilling to lift their arms to even eat breakfast. Instead they were fighting over who should drive.
"It's your turn." Dave told Kyle. "You drive us to school and I'll drive us home."
"And I'm saying that we should just switch." Kyle argued. "You drive us to and I'll drive us home."
"You know what, you should just take both today. Drive us to and from school." Dave sounded like he conceded.
Kyle wasn't fooled. "No, no, no. You drive. My arms are really heavy. I was lifting more weight than you were yesterday."
"That's all relative. You don't know if your arms are worse than mine just because you added a couple extra pounds."
"You guys are such babies." Noah snorted.
