of the immovable kind.
That’s the sort of thing that occurs outside the man cave {the “other” garage} when an overturned wheelbarrow sits, with it’s body begging to be climbed on and it’s wheel asking to be spun.
Besides, she’s always up for something fun {although she does prefer fun when it collides with dangerous}…
And after cross-country skiing on it, Bug is up for some racing too.
And they’re off!! Like a slug out of tar.
After 3 wild {imaginary} trips around the backyard…
they come to a screeching halt right where they started {fancy that}.
The scintillating dismount occurs. And the search for the next adrenaline dump commences.
These kids…so easy to please. So hard to keep dressed.