Monday, October 7, 2013

He's five.

There's a vacant lot across the street from our house. It starts at the top and ends at the bottom - and has all sorts of "jumps" in between. Since moving into our house, the pirates have found their way over every now and then - but generally not for very long - and a couple times they came back with stories of bugs, or prickly bushes, or rabid dogs...

But three days ago the bugs, prickly-bushes, and rabid dogs vanished when Erikboy realized he could ride his bike through all of it. He's made three tracks so far... and has given them each a name based on their difficulty. (His biking skills might have just bunny-hopped my own.)


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