Today’s a random sort of day for me, so I thought instead of sharing the newest beauty secret in my pocket, I’d share a quick story with you. I know, you’re waiting with bated breath, I can feel it.
Several years ago when Precocious was a toddler, we lived in a small condominium in a different city. We lived close enough to Viktor’s office that he decided to buy a motorcycle for the quick commute. It didn’t hurt that his best friend/boyfriend had a motorcycle too, and they always buy toys in pairs. Story for a different day. Anyway, Viktor had a motorcycle and it was a lot of fun. The rowdy side of me was excited about the whole thing, the mother side of me was less than thrilled.
I learned how to ride a motorcycle all by myself, and I’ll tell you, there really is something to all that wind in your hair. It’s a liberating feeling being all exposed to the elements at 60+ M.P.H. Dangerous and whatnot but you know, fun, and lots of it.
So this one day, in the parking lot of a grocery store Viktor decided to let our 3-year-old daughter … >> find out more…