When I arrived home last night — in the fog and pitch black — Orion wanted to ride bikes. So I fixed him up with a set of blinky lights and we rode laps around the cul-de-sac.
That was pretty cool, but it’s not the moment of awwww. This is:
When Iris saw Orion and me putting on our helmets and fixing up for a ride, she pulled her helmet off the shelf and dragged out Orion’s old scoot-bike, which has kind of become “her” bike. She can barely walk, so even the scoot bike is kind of beyond her, but still.
(My kids are three y.o and one y.o.)
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