Her first bike. My two ton jeep. An unfortunate accident.
"Honey, you're probably going to be really upset, but I just ran over your bike with my car. It's ruined."
Daughter (smiling) "Seriously? YES! I was so sick of those princesses."
So, the ice cream outing that Dad had promised for an awesome report card made the easy transition into Academy and a hula bike worthy of the beaches of Maui.
Don't expect this every nine weeks, sweet girl. I might start heading for your guinea pig cage and an unfortunate encounter with the many dogs that urinate on my daffodils. (hmm hmm)
Happy biking, princess.
3 comments:
This was a super special day...one of those that a dad will remember forever. We had so much fun that day (plus, it was much more fun not being broke)!
LOL! Welcome to the Bad Mother club! Good think R didn't care!
I like this story. :)
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