Livesay Lane: Bike riding

When Kyle turned 2 we got him a little red wagon so we could go for walks around the neighborhood. It was the deluxe model with two seats, cup holders, and most importantly, seat belts.

He loved riding around in that thing. Of course he brought everything but the kitchen sink on our evening strolls, and once he learned he could throw things out of the wagon and Mama and Daddy would have to chase down the ball, or run back for the paint brush every time, well then the fun just exponentially multiplied. Mama loved it too, for a different reason:

After all, one of the main reasons to have children is for slave labor, right? Even though I loved the ride, letting little Kyle out of the wagon was a big mistake. Just like so many other things in life, once kids learn something new, there is no returning to the old. Once Kyle realized what it was like to walk instead of ride it was like trying to throw a cat in water any time we tried to put him in the wagon. So this year he got a bike for his birthday.

Being the fashionable 3 year old boy that he is, Kyle insisted on a helmet that would make a statement. The statement he chose is "get out of my way or I will eat you!"