For the last little while I’ve been riding my bicycle to work, as a form of exercise and of mental therapy, well, well-being. However, today I brought the car.
Our 7 year-old daughter came to me yesterday afternoon and asked of I was taking the car tomorrow. I stated that I would probably ride and the spiel began:
“But, because it’s Friday, I thought that we could do something nice. You could have a day off riding and relax. I could come with you and we could stop at the bakery. You could get a bagel and an iced coffee and I could get a strawberry milk and a bun. We could take them to school and while we ate them, I could draw you a picture.”
Sold.
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