It took a while for the boys to help the delivery guy unload the huge packages (okay, have to say it--"that's what she said"), but it was fun to watch them prance around a bit like little boys on the first day of summer vacation. Seriously, I don't think I've ever seen two grown men giggle like they did. They couldn't get those scooters assembled fast enough.
Despite a couple hiccups along the way, both scooters were put together in no time. The proud wifey-s looked on with cameras in hand and babies on hips, as Candace so accurately put it. It was a monumental moment as we counted down to the actual turning of the engine keys. But nothing happened. A discussion about throttles and chokes and kick starts ensued, as Candace and I just sat and stared, lovingly listening to our precious boys talk like men. An hour, a trip to the gas station in a "girl car" as the neighbor boy put it, and some sore legs later, engines were purring and we tearfully waved goodbye as our husbands rode off into the sunset. Nevermind that they were back two minutes later to complain that the bikes just were fast enough and needed more air pressure in the tires.
It may have taken a while, but last night Bobby and Marty slept peacefully knowing their little matching scooters and new matching "big boy" helmets (voted on by the wives for improved safety) were finally home.
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Yay! I wish I could have been there for those first excited giggles. I'm sure it was hilarious. I love that you mentioned the "girl car" thing that the neighbor boy said. Seriously, that's one of many reasons I'm glad Bobby got his scooter. He's been so good for the past year driving that little teal mobile around without complaining. He deserves a reward!
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