One sure way to get the boys ready to go out the door in five minutes or less is to say, “Do you want to go for a bike ride?” They’ll be socked, shod, bathroomed, jacketed, and helmeted before I even realize they’ve heard me.
It’s awesome. Especially on days when our apartment is feeling about 200 sq. ft. too small and it’s not even noon and I’ve asked the boys a dozen times to listen to each other and to let Elsa sleep and to please put those pillows away.
Yep. I sure am grateful for those bikes.