When daddy is out-of-town and I am a single mom for more than 48 hours, we often resort to desperate measures. Like this wind-up bus that I bought for Zach at the store in a moment of weakness. Or perhaps a moment of pure exhaustion. Once he realized that if you pulled it backward and then let go it would drive on its own, he was simply tickled with the result. And enthralled. And excited. And a human pretzel. And busy, busy, busy for a good chunk of time. And bonked in the head by the bus on more than one occasion. Like maybe a dozen or so occasions. He did finally get the hang of driving it away from his head.
When daddy is out-of-town and I am a single mom for more than 48 hours, we often resort to desperate measures. Like this wind-up bus that I bought for Zach at the store in a moment of weakness. Or perhaps a moment of pure exhaustion. Once he realized that if you pulled it backward and then let go it would drive on its own, he was simply tickled with the result. And enthralled. And excited. And a human pretzel. And busy, busy, busy for a good chunk of time. And bonked in the head by the bus on more than one occasion. Like maybe a dozen or so occasions. He did finally get the hang of driving it away from his head.
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