Attention Progeny.

Memo from the office of Papa.

It’s nice outside. This is my favorite season of the year. Late summer/early fall. Autumn. It’s outside time without any doubt. Neighborhood parks and playgrounds should be filled with runners, jumpers, and walkers. Walk your dog. Chase your cat. Graze your goat. Or spruce your goose.

What it’s NOT is couch potatoing inside watching and wasting time with video games time. No such season exists. You know what I mean? It’s outside and running. Rolling in the grass time. Are you following me?

Why would you want to be stuck to a gaming joystick inside when you could be kicking a ball or climbing a tree? Or possibly batting a homerun over the fence. I’m I going over your head here? Eyes should be on the ball and not on the flat screen. Is this too hard to understand? Bodies should be in motion, not the cursor. Legs stretching, arms pumping, and bodies jogging across the landscape. Swim, bike, hike, jump, sprint, or just undulate. Have I lost you?

Please rise from your beanbag chair, turn off the brain evaporating game and dash outside before your eyes fall out. Video games and mindless DVD watching is almost brain draining. So, get your feet on the ground outside and make your anatomy strong and healthy. Should I show you a diagram here? Move move move! You know what I mean? Of course you do you inert spongy sofa spud. Rocket, roll, and rejoice. Show us all you are alive. Rove, romp, and rejuvenate your recumbent rack of bones.