And it was groovy. He stayed right by me, conversed with me the entire way, ate his way-too-big burrito, and we started walking back. The wind picked up a bit and suddenly he was riding closer to me. Way too close. And then he got behind me. Right behind me.
Little guy: "You need to eat a lot more, mom."
Little guy: "Because you're a lousy windscreen."
Me: "Wouldn't it be easier if you'd just worn a hoodie?"
Little guy: "Why? I'm fine."
I'm pretty sure that someday I'll be right.
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