The long way home

A post from The Daddy Man:

Our friends who are moving away are going from a house to an apartment. So they're getting rid of a lot of stuff, including two bikes, complete with helmets.

Since it won't be long until Biscuit will be riding a bike and the price was really reasonable, Kimmy and I bought the bikes.

Biscuit and I went to pick them up the other night. Our friends live about 20 minutes away ... at least for now. The deal included a bike rack for the back of the car, but it didn't fit quite as tightly as I wanted. So instead of taking the interstate and a four-lane highway back home from their house, we found our way home by back roads.

Biscuit was fascinated. He started asking nonstop questions.

Where are we going?

Is this the way home?

Why are those bikes on the back?

Where does this road go?

What land is this?

Can I wear that helmet?

Are we going to the honey chicken restaurant?

Once we got home, I put the bikes in the garage, and Biscuit lost all interest. His toys in the living room were calling to him.