My husband is a cyclist. He eats, breathes, and sleeps bicycling. He is currently in “training mode” for his first competition – a 24 hour race that starts with a 100 mile stretch. Just to be clear, this sounds like pure torture to me. But our son couldn’t be more thrilled. My husband has promised that he can do a bike race soon too. Well, you know how it goes with promising a 4 year something – the expectation is that it will happen RIGHT THIS MINUTE.
So yesterday Beckett was riding his bike and showing off his trick to “lay rubber dubber” on the sidewalk. He has done it a thousand times but yesterday the back wheel finally gave out and his trick ended with a sudden whoosh of air. Being the little optimist that he is, Beckett wheeled his bike into the garage and declared that he needed to do some work on it anyway and he would fix the tire and make it even faster. A little scotch tape and some yarn was all he needed 🙂 I headed inside and let him get to work.
A few minutes later Beckett came running in saying he needed to decorate his bike for his upcoming race (Since Christmas he has completely embraced the concept of decorating for any special event.) “Sure!” I replied, not thinking much of it.
When I stepped outside I learned that my vision of decorating and his vision of decorating were a little different :). Naturally I grabbed my camera, told him to keep up the hard work, and even got to do a little painting myself.
Being a four year old makes everything seem possible, right?