So we've started a couple of traditions for when the students are here. One is that on Wednesdays we meet papa for pizza at a greasy pizza place to have dinner. He goes back to working on his sermon for large group that night and we go to the park. Elliot rides his bike around the perimeter of the park while I push Elsie in the stroller.
The first time we did this Elsie was out of town. I had to help Elliot get started several times, and he almost didn't make it around the whole park (About 1 mile total). Well, he's improved. Tonight, (after a soda and two pieces of extremely greasy pepperoni pizza) we again went to the park. The kid is a rocket. His tires MIGHT be 10 inches in diameter. But by the 3/4 mile mark, I was yelling, about 20 yards behind him, as I ran as FAST as I could while pushing Elsie, STOP! STOP!
He was in no danger of getting hit or lost. I just seriously could not keep up with him. I was feeling pain and an inability to BREATHE. Thankfully, I bought a bike today. And we bought a bike trailer last weekend. Gotta love Craigslist. I need the bike to keep up with Elliot.
