


We went over to our friend's house for dinner tonight. They just moved here about a year ago from
Chicago and we love having them in our new neck of the woods. Fortunately, we get to see them a lot more now than we used to (besides Brian and Eric, who used to work together and who's desks butted up to one other. But you know what I mean). The kids didn't want to leave ... at all. And when Eric pulled out the little motorbikes, I knew we were dead meat. All three of them (Tina too) loved it. And yes, it is meant for the little ones. Let me tell you, their 4-year old son can cruise around alone on that thing like nobody's business. Awesome.
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I can already see august on one of those things. Unfortunately...
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