I finished my 35 minutes on my elliptical and was groaning through my plank, Doctor Who playing on my Kindle Fire, when I hear C calling me. I can't make out what she's saying. "Hold on, honey," I grunt, but she calls again, this time a little louder.
I know she's safe - she's playing on my bed. I can hear her, though, even over the sound of the blood pounding in my ears, the strain of my muscles, and the Doctor's crazy race through space. Her cries become more and more imperative.
Finally my plank timer ends. My knees crash to the ground. I rip off my earphones and pant, "What is it, honey?"
"Nose and toes! They rhyme!"
Yes, they do.