I love going to my parents' house to visit and so do the kids. It reminds me of my childhood and nothing was more prevalent in my childhood than the colorful plastic Big Wheel. As children, my sister, brother and I, along with several neighborhood friends, rode up and down the street for what seemed like hours. I think we waited until the street lights came on to come into the house on warm summer evenings. This trip, Little Miss really found an interest in the Big Wheel. She rode up and down the street and, when we needed a little walk, she went "off-roading." Good thing those wheels are big!
|My sweeties after a long day of playing!|