Tomorrow, my little boy will be one year old.
I'm trying not to think about it.
But he just keeps trying to grow up.
Today?
He decided he wanted to ride Grandpa's motorcycle.
Grandpa tried to talk him out of it, but Caleb wasn't buying any of his talk of "safety" and "driver's licenses" and "you have to be able to reach the ground/handles". All nonsense.
He was pretty upset when Grandpa finally put his foot down and told him he couldn't take the bike for a spin.
However, he quickly forgot how upset he was.
(Something tells me I might have missed a hushed conversation in which Grandpa promised him his own bike as soon as he is big enough. That would explain the smiles.)
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