As soon as I took Trot's training wheels off today and watched him practically burn rubber down the drive way I asked myself the following question."What in God's name did you just do?"
This is a kid who I caught jumping from the landing at the top of our stairs onto the couch last week, a kid who would play frogger on the Interstate, and so far in his 5 years on earth has shown exactly zero fear of anything.
So naturally I take off the two things keeping him from being the 21st century version of Evel Kenevil.
I fully expect a ramp 8 feet high to be built and sitting in my driveway by Wednesday.
If I'm lucky.
2 comments:
Crocs are not shoes to ride a bike in sir. You are a horrible parent.
Though good job on the helmet.
He won't wear anything else. And one outa two isn't bad.
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