Not only did I fix the handlebars of my bike so they no longer collapsing under my weight, but then Ben and I could take a wonderful ride in town. He loves his helmet and riding. And there are hills here - We coasted all the way home. I forgot about how lovely coasting is.
And it was the perfect antidote to walking at the rate of one building every 5 minutes or using a slotted spoon (we have turned into a sand toy) to herd Ben along. It is like one of those theater hooks you can use to pull a bad act off stage:
"No, you do not play orangutang on cars' door handles!"
"No, those buttons are someone's doorbell and they will come down and yell at us in German."
"That is a cigarette machine... So no, I will not turn it on."
and to end,
a typical 2 year old joke by Ben
"What's that?"
"That is a sundial."
"It's a crocodile."
2 comments:
I've rediscovered your blog and am looking forward to following you on your journey.
Wishing you fair skies and easy coasting.
Thanks Aunt Donna (and all other relatives reading)!
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