He started out a little squished thing wrapped in a blue bunny rug. Grew into a pretty toddler with blonde curls cascading to the point where Granny's asked 'her' name. He rode a pedalless plastic horsey and made raspberry noises to the point where dribble made his chin go red. He graduated to training wheels and soon managed a two-wheeler and demanded to ride it to school across busy roads. I reluctantly agreed. Then he stretched out a bit and wanted more excitement so the Giant mountain bike was his best friend until he was old enough to drive. It gave him practice on the lumps and bumps and high school steps. Grazed elbows and knees seemed perpetual but the sweaty smile of a hard ride made his face light up. Then came the motorised version . . . he's a natural . . . he no longer dribbles on his chin but my heart jumps into my throat when I see pictures of him doing tricks off a 40 foot ramp. Whatever happened to my little dribbly tricycle man?
I'm getting into this Snaptober, I mean Phoctober thing!