Sports camp. An experience in itself. Small children with balls, kicking, throwing, running, falling, rolling. Only two miles away. It only takes 12 minutes to get there. Downhill all the way! The Four Year old takes the downhill shift, because he does not so much peddle as attempt to throw the bike from side to side while swiveling his head rapidly.
Moo is resigned to his seat in the back of the chariot, crammed into a space that is no longer big enough to contain him. He takes the uphill shift, actually helping me to push the crunchy car uphill.
Some of the sting of the chariot seat is removed by allowing said six year old to photograph our route. I removed all the blurry pictures of runners, dogs, houses, car wheels. Your welcome.
I left in the picture of his shoes.







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Thank you for the earworm from my favorite Pink Floyd album!! Seriously!
You’re the kind of girl that fits in with my world
I’ll give you anything
Everything if you want things