Birthday scooter
So we got Brock a stand up scooter for his birthday. In August. As now part of the life-long series, "What Brock learned from somewhere else than me" Brock apparently has been doing a bit of scooting during recess at preschool.
He's no scootin' shark yet, but I am really happy he is finally asking to take out the darn thing. It wasn't even that hard to get him to put on the helmet!
Here he is in action
This all went pretty well. We made it about 6 blocks before the day's final wipe out. No flesh wounds, just a bit of a tumble and a knee bruise. Let me remind you that as new as Brock is to scootin', we are to scootin' spottin'. So we sorta weren't quite close enough to save him from a veer into the dirt to a forward plant. Since we had to then carry him and the scooter the rest of the way to the library and ice-cream I'd say we actually paid a higher physical price than Brock for the misstep.
Hopefully he won't hold a grudge and jump back on. Till then!
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