It Was Time

Sunday morning, they were here, waiting, dressed at 7:30 in the morning.

Because we finally got the maniacs bikes on Saturday.

 It started a week earlier, when the neighbor kids had let them borrow their bikes.

Then we became a nuisance.

And every time there was kid with a bike in the neighborhood, they would attack like a pack of bike zombies, asking if they could ride.

Seriously.

We live across the street from a park, it was a problem.

There were the neighbor kids, and then there were the kids that had just come to the park with their families.

We were terrorists.

 And there is no place they would rather be at all.

And with the weather in the lower 80s, I can tolerate it.

 Which is good, because it's hard to say no to these smiles.

 I have yet to get a picture of Nicholas not riding away.

He got on and took off like he'd been riding his entire life.

Two days into it, I think we need to take off the training wheels to give him a challenge.

Happiness.

At one point last weekend there were 12 kids from 4 houses on our street swarming the place.

Thankfully, we weren't just attacking their stuff this time.