Recap of a conversation this past weekend.
Walking along the street, Stella in Daddy’s arm.
The happy sound of a motorcycle approaching.
Stella turns excitedly to see...
Stella: “motorcycle, motorcycle, eeeeeeew there's a motorcycle!”
Me: “Yeah a motorcycle, are you going to ride with daddy when he gets one?”
Stella: “No, I’ll ride by myself!”
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Dude. By motorcycle, I hope you mean, mountain bike. Stay away from that shit. We're too old.
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