Monday, April 26, 2010
Our middle child didn't want his sister's old bicycle. He also suddenly refused to wear his white with pink flowers helmet. The very same helmet he picked out last spring. My husband asked him what the perfect bike would look like. With flames, he answered. So my husband spent his Friday evening searching for DIY flames on You Tube. You will never make it, i said encouraging. But of course he did. Using spray paint, newspapers and duck tape he transformed the red and rather used bike into the hottest bike on our street. At least that's what I think. And our son proudly biked his burning ride to the park. Wearing the former pink now black helmet. So here I am proud and a little bit sad. Why must it be so hard for a little boy to love pink?