You remember a couple of holidays ago, Santa brought Kael and Dax the little blue wheelers of the Fisher Price variety? The battery operated ones that can only go approximately two-miles-per-hour?
Yeah - we've graduated.
During the deer hunt the boys rode laps around the backyard at Grandpa's red house. Nothing new there except for their advanced skill level. You guys, they've mastered it. It's a real, live, bonafide mini-four wheeler and they are amazingly good at cruisin' around on it in a largely responsible manner.
(With their helmets on - hard fast rule)
Is it just me or do the camo get ups complete with helmets make them look at least 17?
Cue the tears.
And while we're on the topic of time travel, let's talk about the glittery green helmet from the 80s.
A. Kaelster will literally mow people down to be the first to the garage to choose this helmet.
B. Is there an expiration date on helmets? Because certainly this one has expired.
C. I'm told that "whoever gets the sparkly green one, gets to ride first"
At least we have a system.
It will be about two days and then Ace will be able to ride around solo like a pro too.
Sigh.
Such is the time warp of motherhood.
But seriously, hats off to these little riders.
I'm equal parts impressed and nervous.
As I should be.
Ride On, Gents.
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