When I was two, I was an only child. I lived on a quiet cul-de-sac with my mom and dad. My mom wore rockin' orange-printed bellbottoms (I'm betting polyester). I rode a little red tricycle. It was just my speed.
Oh, and my mom dressed me like a Cold War-era Eastern bloc grandmother. But I digress.
Now I have a little two-year-old of my own. She has two big brothers. She lives on a very lively cul-de-sac that is absolutely crawling with kids -- mostly boys. Her mom wears a standard uniform of crew-neck cotton tee shirts (long-sleeved in winter!), jeans, and flats.
But a little red tricycle is way too tame for this two-year-old. She prefers to ride her big brother's big red bike. It's the only way to keep up with "the guys."
She's amazingly good at it!
I bet in 30 years she'll be making cracks about how her mom dressed her, though.
What a sweet Cold War Eastern blog grandmother!
ReplyDeleteWhat a big girl! I guess that's what happens when you have two older brothers to keep up with, huh?
ReplyDeleteLibby and Molly can make cracks on how their mothers dressed them together--Molly has that same outfit. :-)