I can't make this shit up....so I will write it down!

Finally, a nice day. The sun is out, the snow is melting, it is no TV week so we are going crazy...and we are all outside. After some begging (on my part) I finally get mini-mook to agree to get back on his bike after the long (albeit warm) winter. GREAT!

20 minutes later....

Still searching for the bike.

Must be in the shed......

NOPE.

More looking...no bike! Let's just ride moderate mook's old ride. "I will just lower the seat." Famous. Last. Words. A can of WD-40 later I am sledge hammering the seat down. Yup, it's down now, and that's where it's staying. Poor 3rd child...riding the sledge hammer adjusted bike.

But wait it gets better. He gets on the bike, I push, he coasts and stops. Apparently the phrase "it's just like riding a bike" does not hold true for him. In my oh-so-less-than-patient mother voice I encourage (YELL) "PEDAL!!!!" He replies, "I just don't know what to do. Which way do I move the pedals again?" OMG I am being tested..."Really?" I reply in complete exasperation, "this is not that hard. You knew how to ride a bike last year!!"

I take the bike from him, in a less than nurturing way, and I hop on to try to show him how to pedal a bike. ::Insert your best mental picture of a 41 year old in her flips flops and capri pj pants riding said 6 year-olds bike:: Now when you're done laughing your ass off look back to the first sentence in this paragraph, where I said "try." Yup. Try. The pedals are rusted into place.

Hang head in shame.

Apologize to 6 year old.

Get out sledgde hammar and WD 40...again.

All the spraying and pounding yields us nuthin'. (Well, the bike is duly recycled.) I refocus on finding the new bike that we bought him just last summer. "Try the camper!" Encourages the oh-so-helpful major mook. I shoot him a look, and continue on my quest. Nope, still not in the garage, nope, still not in the shed, nor under the deck nor anywhere else.

Open camper door...SHIT! Really?? Take out poles, take out lawn games, take out screen house. "Mom just why don't you just pop it up?" GLARE..."I AM NOT POPPING THE CAMPER!!!" Okay so we all know how this ended.....camper popped, bike removed.

One hour after we started, the helmet reapplied and mini-mook hops on, and takes off on bike. Off we go...finally!! =)

10 minutes later...."I'm done!" ARGH!

YUP....ME TOO!