And this guy (mr. b) makes me feel like I am back working at the prison again. Instead of being the cool therapist though, I am the ornery warden. He makes a break for it. I chase him down. Deposit him back by the front door. He makes another break for it. Each time straight for the street. Thinking of putting a barbed wire fence around the perimeter of the yard. Maybe that'll hold him for a while. It still makes me laugh. Its sort of like a motorcycle, but seems so much more ridiculously anti-climatic how Bug is just sitting there. The kids loved it though. In fact, A wanted to ride it over to her Grandma's house for Sunday dinner. And Bug says it would be handy to zip over to the church building in a flash.
To our dear neighbors: you are welcome for raising the class level that much higher. Please take my word that I am feverishly working to find a new home more suitable for such a delightful item.
