I took him up the street to the end of the cul de sac to ride his little borrowed tricycle. Usually he only puts his feet up on the petal while I push or just scoots with his feet. But finally today I got him to petal on his own. I wanted him to get some energy out, but really it took more energy out of me! It's so tiring to keep my hand on the back to make sure he doesn't tip over or to steer him at times. Even if we're along the side of the street, he goes all the way to the curb and gets off the trike until a car passes. At least he's got safety sense. Today he stopped at a rock, got off the trike to pick it up and throw it out of the way before getting back on to keep riding. How strange.
This morning, I was still in my pi's or sweats as we ate breakfast. He says to me, "Mama, why you keep wearing this?" As if he disapproved. They're my pajama's, I wear them everyday, who cares?! What are you, my little fashion police? Sheesh.
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