Me: Jane, I don't want to work out.
Jane: Work! work!
Me: Oh, you want me to work out?
Jane: Yeah! Mat, mat!
Me: You want me to get the mats?
Jane: Yeah! Irma!
Irma's her cabbage patch doll. Either she wanted Irma to work out too or I lost her attention.
**Update** I did in fact work out. I hurt. Half way though Jane started climbing on me and saying, "All done, work". Trust me Jane, I wanted to be done.