unless they are on my son.
This is one of those things I allow in the name of 'the kids are getting along and aren't yelling at me to bring them a snack, and "Oh, yah, can you please feed it to me while you're at it because I'm feeling lazy and entitled and am certain that mothers live only to serve my every whim and command."'
I'm not bitter, why do you ask?
And in other news:
Andy wiping her tears - be still my non-bitter heart.
I'm not bragging or anything but once Dad went to the office and Mom came on to the scene
I realize that most of your kids were riding a bike at three but for this little non-risk-taking-almost-eaight-year-old this is kind of a big deal.
I also realize this bike is made for a three-year-old. Until almost-eight-year-olds learn to ride their three-year-old bike without training wheels they don't get an eight-year-old-bike.
Well, i believe I have used my limit of connecting-phrases-with-dashes for one day. Adios!