Ride Like The Wind, Bullseye!

There is no denying that kids are fascinating little creatures.  And, while I love being in the thick of things with my Things; arguably my favorite moments come as a quiet bystander.  Thing 2 and Thing 3 are as thick as thieves.  I see them as Tweedle-Dee & Tweedle-Dum, Frick & Frack, Abbot & Costello...most everyone else thinks they are twins - being only 18 months apart, and the same size is very deceiving; and growing up attached at the hip with their foreheads constantly pressed together in play and plotting definitely gives that impression.  But, make no mistake these two are BFF.

Yesterday was no exception.  It was truly the first nice day of the season.  Bike riding in the driveway was on the menu for the kidlettes while I washed my beloved jeep.  They blasted up and down the pavement, splashing through puddles and making up their adventure as fast as their training wheels would turn!

Thing 2: Sissy - we slayed the dragon!  Now, onto the top of the tower where they've hidden the kidnapped doctor!
Thing 3: We can't ride our bikes any further.  Did you hear that?!?  I think they're after us!
[There is a brief moment off the bikes while they run to and fro in the front yard]
Thing 2: Quick!  Get on your rocket bike!  The good doctor will ride with me!
Thing 3: Wait!  How do you know he's a good doctor?
Thing 2: Dr. Pepper???  There's no time!  Quick, Dr. Pepper, get on!  The devil dogs are after us!  And unless that giant over there [pointing at me scrubbing away] eats one, we may not make it out alive....

At this point, I had to go inside because I could no longer contain my mirth.  My husband is finishing up washing the dishes (a stipulation of marriage, folks).  I laughingly shout to him, "Quick,   Dr. Pepper - the devil dogs are after us!"

He stops mid-scub.  He stares at me mouth agape.  "Seriously, Cath...and you say I watch too much tv.   You really have issues."

I can only shake my head and chuckle at my life.  My husband is missing the best game of pseudo-cop & robbers I've ever witnessed and he thinks I randomly stopped cleaning my jeep to come inside to shout nonsense at him!  I go back outside to see my son & daughter paused in play.  I take the moment to get them back on track, "On Dasher, On Dancer, On Prancer..."

Thing 2: OMG!  The giant has eaten Santa Claus!  We HAVE to get the good doctor outta here!
Thing 3: Dash away, dash away, dash away all!