Posted: Apr 15, 2011 7:17 pm
This evening, we all got to go for a bicycle ride through the countryside. My oldest son finished a week-long stage and can now ride his bicycle quite nicely. My littlest son rides in the seat on the back of my bike. My wife was the sweeper.
One day this week, while coming home on the bus, my oldest son mentioned how nice the teachers are at the stage. He them emphasized to his mother I was nice, too: "...not that Dad isn't nice. It's not like he kills people.".
Well, I guess that'll have to do. I don't kill people. I'm a nice guy.
One day this week, while coming home on the bus, my oldest son mentioned how nice the teachers are at the stage. He them emphasized to his mother I was nice, too: "...not that Dad isn't nice. It's not like he kills people.".
Well, I guess that'll have to do. I don't kill people. I'm a nice guy.