Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Okay, this meets the official definition of horseplay, I'm sure of it.
These are lovely pictures, eh?
When their FATHER got on the bike, that's when I left. I had NO desire to witness or record his tragic demise. He's bigger than these guys, and I saw the tire slip a bit when one of the boys was pedaling on the slippery dock. A wipe out like that would not end well. Plus we need him around for things like this:
He lived, which I was very glad to hear as the onlookers trickled back from the beach.
But we have no photos of him airborne over the water on a bicycle, and he thinks that's such a shame. love, Val