Tiny-Small wants a motorcycle for “Kissmas” and will stop at nothing to get it. Every day after we go to the park she sees a motorcycle in the parking lot and screams, “Bicycle! Bike! Bicycle!” with the kind of joy only a two year old can muster. She thinks motorcycles are just big bikes for grown ups. Cool grownups: The kind that wear shiny, black boots and colorful head scarfs. I only wish they wore more helmets. I can’t expect every adult in the world to act as a role model for my child, but I can still grumble loudly when they don’t, right?
So, Tiny-Small has plans to be a motorcycle mama one day and while the thought of her driving around town on a motorcycle scares me to death, I cannot deny her the simple pleasure of being a child with a bike. That’s why when we go to the store she tries them ALL on for size. Every bike she can talk us into sitting her on she will pretend to ride, even if her feet never reach the pedals. It’s kind of adorable to watch.
It makes for a long day because stores like Wal-Mart have way too many bikes. Bikes with rainbows and princesses. Bikes with bears and baby doll carriages. Tiny-Small wants to ride them all and she does so while our ice cream is melting in the cart.
Her dad pushes her around the store like a saint. He really should get a medal. I know his back probably hurts like crazy when it is time to go to bed, but he never complains. He never even says one word about it.
Tiny-Small even tries the tricycles on for size. I think she just thinks it’s a faster type of motorcycle. I can’t know for sure because she’s too busy “driving” to talk about it much.
I just hope Mr. Santa Clause is listening. It’s not even Halloween yet, but just like every other red-blooded American child, Tiny-Small has her eyes firmly planted on Christmas. It’s going to be a long season of bike riding this year. One filled with impatient shoppers trying to navigate around tiny, delighted toddler sized bikers. I just hope we survive it all relatively unscathed.
Guess what? I am guest posting today over at Grass Oil by Molly Field. She asked me to paint her a rooster and then write about the process. Go check out her site and tell me what you think about the rooster “Prince Charming.” Thank you! XOxoXOxoOXO