There is a daredevil in our family. Can you guess who? Since DD was a baby, he loved sitting on top of C's parked motorcycle, his little diapered butt scooting back and forth willing it to go. So last Christmas when he was 2, he asked for a motorcycle. Santa brought him this little red number which was a bit too big for him then, and is now a tad too small. But he's fallen in love with it again recently.
Over the weekend, he insisted on riding it on our morning walk for coffee. Outside of the cafe, DD discovered that the sidewalk is sloped and made for a great ramp. So there he rode in the rain down the ramp crashing into treeboxes and parked bicycles, barely missing pedestrians and joggers.
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