Our cousin told us to come pick up some used bikes out of his garage that his son had long since outgrown. Since Jack's big wheel was just run over (a nice neighborhood kid decided to borrow, leave it somewhere it could get run over, and then hide it back in our garage thank you very much), we decided it was time to make Jack learn how to ride the real deal.
We were all very excited about this, the bike got cleaned up, we got a helmet and some training wheels and he was off... very slowly of course... with a lot of whimpering and complaining that he couldn't go fast enough, but he was off. My heart skipped a beat. He looked so big and grown up all of a sudden. I panicked a bit. What was happening. Had I not noticed up to this point?
Very discouraged, he begged us to take him off his new bike. As Jack is dismounting his ride, a cute neighborhood girl from down the street zooms past on her own bright pink bike with training wheels and calls out, "hiiiii jackkkk." Immediately, Jack is scrambling to get back on his bike. "I want to follow her mom." Then after realizing he's not going to make it fast enough, "Will you push me? Hurry!"
Already a prisoner to the lure of the opposite sex. While I know he thinks "girls are gross" most of the time and hates the idea of anything romantic or movies that have kissing... he wanted to be where ever she was going. It was hilarious.
Better learn now Jack, you'll be chasing those ponytails most your life. Get used to it. And try to come up with a better plan that doesn't involve your mom tagging along. It could also help to stop picking out the strawberry shortcake stickers from the doctors office. It's hard to look tough with that on your chest.
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I'm dying. I love this.
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