So here I thought a peeplet's job was to eat, sleep, poop, and scream as soon as mom starts to eye her bed.
Turns out, I was very wrong. Whenever I'm awake and my belly isn't too full (so what, once every four days?) mom is all, "Stu, it's time for tummy time!" and I'm all, "Mom, my neck is already stronger than yours."
Clearly I don't need any babyish tummy time. I'm ready to lift weights. I'm ready for spinning class. I need a gym membership.