Right.
Dave and I almost handed ours back to each other after thinking it would be a darling experience to let our kids ride their decorated bikes in the Downtown Bothell 4th of July Parade.
Who hates themselves and their spouse so much that they would put themselves through such a stupid and horrid event? Parker can't ride a bike, let alone steer straight, so Dave brought a long painter's extension pole to help him head in the right direction.
Yes, you read that right. The pole kept slipping off the back of Parker's trike, and Parker kept heading into the gobs of children whose parent's were smart enough to let them just sit on the sidelines and beg for candy...
From Blake. Who was trying to pedal, steer, wave, ride downhill, smile, wave, brake, wave, all while trying to pass out taffy.
I almost killed him.
And then I started laughing.
Dave almost killed me...with a painter's pole.
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