Mo-tor-cy-cle
I love motorcycles. They are my current favorite motorized vehicle. Until this last week, I would consistently say "mycal", but I now know to call them motorcycles. I love them. I love how they go vroom, vroom. I have a motorcycle book and a toy model that I leaned on too heavily - now I call him "motorcycle broken"
Tonight, we went out to dinner and a nice guy made me a balloon motorcycle. As you can see, I already popped the back wheel.
(The editors have euthanized the remains, in an attempt to avoid the tragedy that will otherwise result).
I've been climbing on things for a while, but today I showed that I know how to move things around to create a ladder if I want to get up higher.
And finally, the haircut is NOT because papa trimmed my hair with his razor and it was uneven. Not at all.... That's just coincidence.
Until next time.
Love, D.
2 comments:
Dear Dabiel, I am sorry to hear that your motorcycle broke. I guess you will just have to look at the big ones for now. I know there are lots of them around. Now that spring is on it's way there are many around here as well and I think about you everytime I see or hear one. love from farmor.
Ps. be careful with all that climbing.
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