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Today was a gorgeous day outside, so Bill and Andrew went out on their bikes for a ride. (Lots of trails, not a lot of traffic: very good biking to be had.)
Anyway, they'd been gone for about an hour, and I was puttering around putting up pictures because despite being here for six months we are incredibly lazy when it comes to decorating, and I get a phone call from Bill.
Bill: So...
Me: Yes?
Bill: Please rescue us.
Me: Why?
Bill: Andrew really wanted to ride his bike.
Me: Where are you?
Bill: Near the recycling center.
Me:
Bill:
Me: You mean the recycling center on the other side of the base?
Bill: Yes.
Me: That's like...three miles away!
Bill: Yes.
Me: You biked all that way?
Bill: Yes.
Me: I need to come rescue you.
Bill: Please?
So off I go, and about ten minutes later, I see them - Bill biking on the side of the road, Andrew right smack in the middle (he likes to follow the lines because they remind him of train tracks). They turn and see me coming up from behind, and Andrew heads to the side of the road (because we've taught him well) and when I pull over, I could see the light dawning on his face, and even though I couldn't hear him, I could see him call out, "Momma! It's Momma in Gonzo!"
And then he got off his bike, and wobbled over to me. Wobbled, like a baby learning to walk, his legs were so shaky! According to Bill, they'd stopped for a while, and Andrew gunned one of his Gatorades, but otherwise was a total trooper, and just kept going, didn't complain a bit.
Andrew: Momma!
Me: You biked so far!
Andrew: I ride Gonzo now.
Me: You bet.
So he climbs up into Gonzo, and before Bill could even put his bike in the back, Andrew had sat down in the passenger's front seat and done up the seat belt. And when we got home, he ate two bowls of Lucky Charms and collapsed on the couch and demanded Finding Nemo.
(And amazingly enough: wanted to ride bikes to the playground afterwards.)
End result: Went down to sleep at 8pm as if Daylight Savings Time didn't exist. SCORE.
Anyway, they'd been gone for about an hour, and I was puttering around putting up pictures because despite being here for six months we are incredibly lazy when it comes to decorating, and I get a phone call from Bill.
Bill: So...
Me: Yes?
Bill: Please rescue us.
Me: Why?
Bill: Andrew really wanted to ride his bike.
Me: Where are you?
Bill: Near the recycling center.
Me:
Bill:
Me: You mean the recycling center on the other side of the base?
Bill: Yes.
Me: That's like...three miles away!
Bill: Yes.
Me: You biked all that way?
Bill: Yes.
Me: I need to come rescue you.
Bill: Please?
So off I go, and about ten minutes later, I see them - Bill biking on the side of the road, Andrew right smack in the middle (he likes to follow the lines because they remind him of train tracks). They turn and see me coming up from behind, and Andrew heads to the side of the road (because we've taught him well) and when I pull over, I could see the light dawning on his face, and even though I couldn't hear him, I could see him call out, "Momma! It's Momma in Gonzo!"
And then he got off his bike, and wobbled over to me. Wobbled, like a baby learning to walk, his legs were so shaky! According to Bill, they'd stopped for a while, and Andrew gunned one of his Gatorades, but otherwise was a total trooper, and just kept going, didn't complain a bit.
Andrew: Momma!
Me: You biked so far!
Andrew: I ride Gonzo now.
Me: You bet.
So he climbs up into Gonzo, and before Bill could even put his bike in the back, Andrew had sat down in the passenger's front seat and done up the seat belt. And when we got home, he ate two bowls of Lucky Charms and collapsed on the couch and demanded Finding Nemo.
(And amazingly enough: wanted to ride bikes to the playground afterwards.)
End result: Went down to sleep at 8pm as if Daylight Savings Time didn't exist. SCORE.