Out Of The Mouths of Babes

Oh my...

I think my inner child is creeping out of me in a very big way. 

It started when Santa Claus brought me a shiny red bicycle 2 years ago. I just can't seem to leave it alone, I keep jazzing it up. It's my treasured toy!

In case you didn't realize it, I don't own a car, just this little old RV, my doggy and a bicycle.

So over time, I've added a front basket to my bike for my puppy dog and rear saddle baskets for his toys and treats.

I added a brass ding a ling bell to warn others, "Here I come, ready or not!"

I added streamers to my handle bars and a cup holder for my sippy water.

I bought some little slip-on Crocs for my feet and bike shorts in assorted colors to match my oversized tunics.

I put dried baby's breath flowers in my rear bike basket. I found a gold bow on the ground around Christmas time and stuck that on the rear fender.

One day recently I put my long hair in braids, put my puppy in his basket up front then rode around the campground on my shiny red bicycle for exercise.

A girl about 8 years old was standing at the edge of her campsite on the side of the road as I peddled by. 

She smiled and waved then yelled at the top of her lungs "Look! Mommy! Daddy! Look! I want a bicycle JUST LIKE HERS!"

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