The afternoon before the first day of school was dedicated to working on out cycling skills. There are still plaintive calls for training wheels....but, gee, I can't seem to find them.
After much cajoling and frustration by all, we almost made it ---- I know, practice makes perfect but I think the people at the park just wanted us to go home!
The efforts were rewarded with a trip to Old McDonald's. We have watched a ton of Olympic coverage. One of the most frequent ads is for the new 'perfect chicken sandwich'. We ordered one for each of us. Went home and ate lunch. After BP deconstructed his sandwich by eating the bun and then the chicken he asked, "Hey, where is my toy?" We'll see if we have anymore chicken sandwiches.
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