Someone was very happy yesterday that his big red bike was working.
He started pedaling down the driveway making it known in no uncertain terms that he wanted nothing to do with me.
“Mommy, you go inside. Travis ride his bike all by himself.”
Nothing to do with me, that is, until he started heading toward the side of the road and couldn’t quite figure out how to steer his way out of trouble. And then that sweet little boy’s voice yelled, “HEY-ULP, MOMMY, HEY-ULP!”
And so we learned about brakes.
He rode for an hour, down the street and back up, then wanted to head towards the highway.
He’s a wanderer like his mama and can’t ignore the call of the open road.
I had to put the brakes on that plan, but something tells me he’ll sweet talk me into a road trip before the week is out.
Have a nice day.