Matthew and I went shopping today. Mommy needed a new helmet for a charity ride that her and Daddy are going on soon. Her old one was so tight that it gave her headaches. (And it'd fallen off the bike once and then Mom heaved it once...minor, minor issues...unless you are talking about the one thing that might keep you alive in a crash...) Anyway, Matthew helped me look, but he was much more into the motorcycles. He kept trying to escape me so that he could talk to his lady love, but Mom had visions on one after another, after another, tumbling down, so she kept a tight watch on him. He was crushed. On the way out of the store, he announced he needed a helmet too. I told him soon enough he'd be cruising around with Dad. For now he has to settle with modeling Mommy's new helmet.
Isn't he just a great model?