Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Ice Cream

On Sunday, when Eryn was bored, she asked if she could bike to the church parking lot by herself and bike in a bunch of circles.  I thought about it for a long time and then said, "Sure."  A little while later she came back, bored. And I said, "If you can bike to the church lot, you can bike to ice cream."

After I said it, I was nervous.  That was a long way to go by herself.  But I loaded her up with a phone and a bit of cash and she was gone.  She called me from the shop only to have my phone go dead in the middle of "Hi, Dad!"  But it didn't even seem to phase her.  She got her cake batter ice cream and simply worried that the problem was on my end.  When Pooteewheet got home, I sent her to check on Eryn, but Eryn was already on her way back by then.

Sigh...definitely turning into a big kid.  Might have been her last tooth this weekend as well.

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